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Tomorrow night I am going to an event where people read old entries from their LiveJournals to a bar full of strangers, so I've spent the past few days looking at my 2001 - 2016, and man. Man. It's so strange and weird and whimsical and sad.

I'm going to be 30 in less than 6 months. Man.

Yesterday I was sort of mopey and today was sort of like yesterday the sweet baby Jesus was looking at me and raising an eyebrow and went "You're crying? I'll give you something to cry about, Jennifer Lynn." And sho' 'nuff, a few tears dropped in my sad little cubicle, 'cause man. This morning was nuts. This morning was bad in a way that people who ( Read more... )

I coughed for a few minutes straight, gasping harder each time I tried to calm myself down. My French teacher asked me if I was okay and if I wanted to get some water and I answered by shaking my head no and yes. In the hallway, I drank 80% of the water in Raleigh, North Carolina via water fountain. In the bathroom, I took two teaspoons of ( Read more... )

( LOOK INSIDE OF MY BODY! )

I Almost Went to Bed
Leonard Cohen

I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater

and how i kissed you then
and you kissed me
shy as though I'd
never been your lover

So, there's this kid I went to high school with, who I met at this apartment me and Kerry frequented last summer, yeah? And the people who lived in the apartment were mostly all drinking and smoking and snorting and always trying to out-do each other, always trying to be the bigger, more hilarious asshole, to the point that is was tiring, to the ( Read more... )

Baby, Sweetheart, Darling, Sweetheart, M'Lady, Ma'am.

Watch a love story on television, forget to shave your legs. The soft click of a camera and certain high heels. A man walking into the grocery store with a young boy, saying "Love is like a tide, you know what I mean ( Read more... )

Sometimes I come to and I don't know where I am. Sometimes I'll be wearing a wife beater and a ballet skirt and sitting on a rocking chair and I'll realize suddenly that I am no longer at work, I am no longer scrubbing cash registers, collecting garbage, stocking cookies and tropical Chex Mix, scraping gum, laughing on the juice aisle, telling ( Read more... )

My tiny little sister spends her days smoking cigarettes on our front porch. She takes all of her meals there and is going to counseling soon and is optimistic about her ability to follow Nancy Reagan's advice and "JUST SAY NO." My hands are sticky and here's to hoping.

I have never been one to indulge in too many illegal and or "immoral" ( Read more... )