so im not unhappy, no i'm not discontented or sad really. but it has something to do with the gypsy woman on the bus with the long greying hair and the wrinkly green eyes who placed her hand on my abdomen and just watched me. not knowing what to do, no i didn't know what to do, i got off the bus right then and wandered, tears streaming from my ( Read more... )

in the elevator i heard them say, "but what about the heart?" i smiled. then they said, "maybe we should cook it at your house." and that's how my week has been. like a bell curve ( Read more... )

hahaha

started drinking again after work. and auditioned for the vagina monologues.

what the hell

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here's the thing about being drunk at 9:30 in the morning on a school day:

regina spektor makes me cry and i can't go to physiology.

i'm really not that bad. just really not that sober.

this is how i feel.


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oh god, fucking drunk.

so,um, going home for thanksgiving, i guess.

someone better fucking take me to the forest though.

or to get stoned on a cloudy, breezy desert afternoon.

or to listen to built to spill on a long, long drive.

going mad.
or sad.

I have a ten page report on malaria due in less than twenty hours (of which there has been less than one page written), I work the front desk of the library alone in two hours (which stresses me out beyond belief), I have a psychology test in five hours (which there will be no studying done). Oh, the hours. Instead of writing, studying, I will be ( Read more... )

there is a quietness about this november so far, like it is on its tippy toes with a finger to pursed lips and 'shhh'. it seems to be going by too quickly and yet not quickly enough at all ( Read more... )