after about two days in france, i learned that this username is a grammatical mess. that bothers and embarrasses me because, well, i am a grammar snob, and this is consequently driving me insane. i could change the name of this journal for $15, but let's face it: i'd rather use that money for more important things, like taco bell or cocaine. so ( Read more... )

david bowie gives me such a boner.

my dad was supposed to come into town today. i started to wonder what horrors would be in store for us this time around, since he always seems to come up with a new way of disappointing and/or hurting his children upon each visit. but even then, some foolish part of me still hopes and aches for evolution ( Read more... )

i drove to kalamazoo on friday and had a blast, despite tragic campus circumstances. we ate janky chinese food and brian dipped his fro in egg drop soup. we watched ren and stimpy and ate ice cream with hot fudge. i got eight new burned albums. there was much-needed conversation, hugging, and laughing. brian, leigh, and i went to fourth coast and i ( Read more... )

erica and i watched garden state tonight and i was relieved that i liked it as much as i did. i hate when things are built up and then end up being awful or disappointing [which usually happens]. i got to meet her new puppy, doris, who is completely adorable and won't stop pooping on the carpet, chewing on the coffee table, and barking at her ( Read more... )

earlier tonight, i wanted nothing more than a french sandwich. my mom came home and i started crying about needing to drive to meijer for goat cheese.

unbearably missing france continues to fuck with me in ways that even i cannot fully explain.

that was one goddamn delicious sandwich, though.

you cannot possibly understand how happy i am that kroger has an entire section called "refridgerated puddings".

the weekend did not go exactly as planned [which is quite the understatement]. i wanted to go sledding, dammit, but i fucked everything up. i hate that ( Read more... )

every time someone asks me about france, my brain and vocal cords have trouble connecting. i never know what to say except "where to start?" and it is at that precise moment when the person seems to lose interest and change the subject. it sucks. i almost dread the question "how was france?" because how am i supposed to answer that? "good," " ( Read more... )

i was so excited to drive my car today that i hardly paid attention and very uncautiously ran a red light and almost killed myself and several others ( Read more... )