My mouth tastes like blood, and I just might enjoy it. Sometimes I think I'm going completely insane. It's like when, in a play or a movie, the character's sanity is represented by an object, and as time wears on the object keeps getting more tattered and broke-down until it finally explodes in some dramatic way. Except my object would be ( Read more... )

I want to make internet acronyms for Elizabethan English phrases and bring them into common use. Examples include:

"Hey bitch!" = IBTGD (I Bid Thee Good Day)

"You suck." = IDBTAK (I Do Believe Thou Art a Knave!)

"Wurd upppp" = WDT? (What doest thou?)

Example:
somethinglicious (2:50:06 AM): ibtgd, wdt beyotchhhhhhh... idbtak mmmmkay kthxbye ( Read more... )

There's nothing that says "I wish a plane would fly into this coffee shop" than a gabby Rickie Lake in Hairspray-look alike sitting outside with a chain-smoking Indito and chatting about subjects you wouldn't even want to hear after solitary confinement for 5 years in a concentration camp - Especially when you're trying to read, or just enjoy the ( Read more... )

I pondered about the sorority girl in my Buddhist Meditation class ( Read more... )

You know that sick feeling when you know you're worried, but nobody - even you - can correct it, and it just sits in your stomach like this dead, slightly mallable weight? I can't shake that feeling ( Read more... )

The potpourri in the bathroom at Martin's smelled like my Preschool - a revolting mix of cleaning fluid and urine ( Read more... )

My Fall 2006 semester ( Read more... )

I don't know I'm going to make it through the summer ( Read more... )

I met a Peruvian in Barcelona ( Read more... )

At a Laundromat, I slammed a cord in the door ( Read more... )