Dirty clothes, bobby pins, pumpkin seeds, and a copy of Harpers.

For Ksenia.

It's hard for me to post here now, because this journal has always been a place to put my crazy and now that I have other tools to deal with my life, including generally trying to keep my crazy in check, I got nothin ( Read more... )

"Minorities will soon be the majority in the U.S.

And that's a good thing! This country was built by immigrants!"

You can't make this shit up.

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I thought I was on the upswing.

1. Up until around the 3rd grade I wanted to be a comedienne when I grew up. Back then, I called it comedian. I don't know what I wanted in 4th grade, but I suspect it had something to do with science. In the 5th grade, I decided I would be a journalist. Then I applied to a creative writing program. I still do not know why. I should have stuck with ( Read more... )

If I were to get married in Los Angeles, would any of you come?

This time of year I really hate myself and my life and I wish I was still sixteen, because back then people still identified with these feelings.

The Super Bowl is whack. I never watched it growing up, but now that I'm 21 in my own apartment with my own television, it's, like, necessary that it be on. I hate football.

Then there's your cat and he's doing this thing with his arm where it's stretched out in front of him, high in the air for no real reason, and even though his eyes are half open and he looks like he might be sleeping, you know that that can't be comfortable. And you look at him, laying like that, and you're like... I wish my life could be like that ( Read more... )