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It's Spring!
Today, I was informed that I am clincally depressed. I suppose that makes sense. -
fingers and toes
I think, given the way I have lost the 40 dollars that literally all of my plans for the day hinged upon, I am just going to drive to Marietta and get my laundry from my parents. Then perhaps I will try renting the movie that I must watch for class. Then I am going to procure some manly-scented bubble bath and crash into the edges I've been ( Read more... ) -
I spent my last ten dollars on birth control and beer.
Everyone is engaged in what I can only describe as a "shrivel-war" right now. It seems to overlap much of the same courseload as mild depression and transcendant ennui, but regardless it is rampaging through our tender communities like so much dandelion fluff. I hope it passes. I know that for myself at least I'm deliberately and passionately ( Read more... ) -
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I find myself still hoping-against all rushlight and tumbles- to meet myself passing in a dark hallway. -
I can't help you anymore.
Five fucking years. -
MLK
This has been a phenomenal weekend. Best friday the thirteenth ever, top five road trip to nashville. biggest margarita in the history of western civilazation. insane party complete with irish car bombs, sparkly derbies, and 4 am sex. slept a lot. doesn't hurt to dream anymore. went to poetry recital at javamonkey last night but had to leave before ( Read more... ) -
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Home again. -
Sugar Land
The actual geo-political location I am calling from. Everything is sticky and smells like creosote brulee. My cousins have become cartoon representatives phoning in from wonderland to debate credit card debt, abortions, and the persistence of our mutually unhealthy relationship with food and alcohol. All in all, the penultimate coming down to end ( Read more... ) -
Come undone (last night in Seattle)
I can't write about what I'm really feeling. Not yet. So, this ( Read more... )
