so, it has come to my attention that my drunken text haikus and poems are quite adored. therefore, the trend will continue...beware ( Read more... )

i so enjoy breaking into my mother's office so that i may hop on the internet and blast music.

to my friends that i did not see tonight, i am sorry.

it's strange. i quite often, quite regularly, quite all the time perhaps, feel like an empty shell. yes, to say i feel trapped in the facade people have dealt me, is to speak my truth, or perhaps the perception  i hold as true. i don't know. that's it, i just don't know. it's silly because last ( Read more... )

last night was insane.

i am still heart broken over my azzurri love affair; thought last night it was "rachel's" fault in lieu of la federacione.

why do i feel like i've offended everyone and/or they're upset with me? perhaps because it's so?

ps. i might have caught strep.

today, someone called me:

an asshole.

a genius.

hermoso-that means beautiful, right?

i agree with the first two, indeed.

ps. i've been reading more than breathing lately.

last night was interesting. i met joey up at his work, where i was more than happy to down pitchers of sangria and chat it up with a very pretty sex in the city knockoff...who's name i can't currently recall. then, we headed to bar celona, where i again, drank more sangria. joey spent most of the night speaking to a gal who he knew from grammar ( Read more... )

my parents just got done telling me i have to be a nicer person...i have to have a heart...fuck that.

ITALY 0 - DENMARK 0

FORZA AZZURRI!

there are so many stupid people in this city.

cooba was ok. the wine was ok. oh, yes, and i picked up a gal on the L in my broken italian.