I have barricaded myself in my apartment for the day, originally because I was too hungover to go anywhere. That morphed into apathetic boredom, which has now morphed into a day of solitude that is posing as an attempt to not drink for a day. The easy part is, I really don't feel like drinking, which somehow has had the paradoxical effect of making ( Read more... )

Damnit. I hate cleaning up the messes I leave when I'm drunk. Like getting on the computer and deleting messages I should have never sent is a hobby for me. On a brighter note I am the most cheerful drunk to my kitchen-mates, we are all kinds of good friends now. That 14 drinks ( Read more... )

I suppose all words are a disservice to life: and I should just sew up my mouth and chop off my fingers in an attempt to accurately portray this struggle of interpretation. Instead I'll do the next best thing, and take another drink, and laugh at all this sub-par experential deriving.my life in the past 2 w ( Read more... )

Sometimes I'm still torn up by my ex. And when I say sometimes I mean I have no idea who I am. And when I say my ex, I mean the last one who ever knew me for who I was. And what an ass they all must think I am. And fuck what a different girl I am. Insecure and anxious. Modest and polite. I'm scared to hurt anyone else, and I build these walls ( Read more... )

Let's update this mini-saga, shall we? I feel like this is my offshoot comic drama in the spirit of the "The Uncanny X-Men" this is "The Uncanny L-Woman".

So after I told her about me having a one night stand last Saturday, she felt adequately jealous enough to trump me by bringing another girl to the bar where me and 6 friends were singing ( Read more... )

Do not under any circumstance drink an opened Guiness that's been sitting on your desk for over 4 days. Just not recommended. Not trying to make your decision on anything or anything, but...perhaps I have a little bit of knowledge on this ( Read more... )

Hey! So are you aware of the disturbingly large pile of dirty clothes accumulating in the makeshift Claustrophobia Torture Chamber, a.k.a my bathroom, a.k.a my closet, a.k.a That Place Where Drunk People Pass Out When There's No Room in the Front Room? Well if you weren't aware before now, consider yourself now informed. Which leads me to the next ( Read more... )

So kids, this will be the first time in 4 years that I have not been kicked out, or voluntarily dropped out of school. The semester is finally over with one remaining theater review left to write, which should be done in another hour or so ( Read more... )

I have a final in an hour and a half, but instead of studying - which I have yet to do for this final anyway - I'm attempting to wake up my hungover, half-naked self with coffee and cereal. I find it auspicious that my buddy list read: (4/20) whilst various internet sources are reading 69 all over my e-auspiciousness ( Read more... )

If anyone's missing their anti-psychotic, schizophrenia medication and you have it tied off in a coke-like baggie, uhhhh, they're at my apartment. :)

Hahahaha, funniest thing ever for me to find, by the way - thanks for the laughs kids!