I've been slipping in and out of delirium for the better part of the day, but it's been a good day. Don't know how much is left of it. So fucking tired ( Read more... )

Today is happy. Nevermind that I'm dreadfully confused. I'm outside the library listening to The Lounge Lizards - Queen of All Ears - and the music matches the weather. Hot foreign guys are playing cricket on the sidewalk. Which is annoying, actually. Oh well ( Read more... )

I almost feel like New York-Kelly right now. Patrick is Kelly's Pucca.

2 packs of 555's
1 pack of Gitanes
1 pack of Sherman's MCD's
1 pack of Merci Blonds

Am I exceedingly pleased with myself? Yes I am.

Tay has Fantasias (as in Nat Sherman) and really bad cramps, poor dear.

Busses are free until June, apparently, and the Quarter is lovely on rainy, March afternoons.

O, New York, how I yearn for you! How I pine!!!
I miss your smelly, hot, crowded subway tunnels and the noisy trains!  I miss your flithy air and your polluted rivers; I miss the cool, speed-walking, (mostly) unobtrusive masses;  I miss $15 martinis and smoking outside on your vivacious, piss-and-gasoline-smelling streets;  I miss the smell of curry ( Read more... )

This is me, taking drags off an unlit cigarette, avoiding yet another dumb Katrina paper as my naked roommate decorates herself with fluorescent, wet-erase markers ( Read more... )

Today: Tay decided to cut my finger with her toenail. Yes, her toenail. And it's bleeding.

Yay crazy wind.

I feel as though I might implode.  No... I want to vomit the life out of myself...  I feel the unapologetic (and not altogether unenjoyable) sting of ripping off everything I've ever glued myself to.  Away with you, o crooked,  unholy one! ... As if wallowing in your own goddamn misery isn't bad enough, you've tracked it into my room too.  I ( Read more... )

I'm getting lazy, godammit.  Oh well... for the most part it's been fun.  And I've got the marks on my neck to prove it.
That's right.  I gave in and got laid.  Yay me.
And right now, I'm a tired girl. 

blah.
It's intolerably hot and sunny. I like Irish whiskey. I think. I've never been so unsure of everything in my entire life. Goddamn.