Eight months, ladies and gents. I'm now going to celebrate a completely insignificant sex-anniversary (like the number six assholes, like the number six) because that's just what this LJ is. Completely insignificant. For eight months, this LJ hasn't been a source of any sort of enlightenment or interesting going ons - it's been here to tell you ( Read more... )

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Alice Cooper is a Republican. Ever since Wayne's World, I'd obsessed (ironically) over the shock rock man with a brain, only to discover just a moment ago that the shit is pro-Bush. Fucking hell man, screw you. Now I have to turn to Le Tigre for my humourous political rockers. And they're fucking dykesI don't actually have any emotion vested in ( Read more... )

So I sit down at my computer sipping Poland Spring gin and tonic, toting my Italian text book ('per modo di dire!'), and I think what a royal collection of smack addicts my friends list is. I'd be wrong not to give them the livejournal heroin they crave. That's how I do it. I claim you guys have a dependency on me, and that I'm nice to consent. The ( Read more... )

Fuck you all. I'm sitting here, I just took a shower 'cause I reeked of cigarettes, and had this urge to write a livejournal entry about nothing, like all the other cunts out there. I got spam from some dude named Justin that said 'Queen, can we meet tonight?'. I was a little bit insulted. HA. I still reek of cigarettes. And the knuckle on my index ( Read more... )

So I sit down at my computer, sipping my Aquafina and rolling cheese-wax into a ball, and my mind pans over the intense, blurry, very blurry mosaic of my summer. Wait, no, I'm distracted. What color linens should I buy for my bed? I don't know. My mother says I should buy a bathroom throw rug too. But I like the bathroom throw rug I have! One image ( Read more... )

I'm back New York. Snap transition, I'm a little overwhelmed and my head's still spinning. I've got a number of things to do and I'm so goddamn tired.

Occasionally, I lie to myself and say that, just maybe, during my life, I'll stumble upon a song better than Tom Wait's 'Tom Traubert's Blues'.

Wasted n' wounded ( Read more... )

I got a filling today. Either the second or the third of my lifetime - I'm so disappointed with myself. My teeth don't fit together perfectly any longer, no more lining up in grooves or whatever. I couldn't tell until just now though, because my jaw just came back to life. The dentist injected it full of novicaine after I fell asleep in the chair ( Read more... )

I haven't posted in a while (four days) and I don't really feel like posting, but I'm posting anyway, because I feel obligated to all your stank asses ( Read more... )