in eight years things change so much. when i was kicked out, i felt the obligation to label myself. and now, people are sticking by the bi identity, or no identity. is it any wonder that i'm in love with gender studies ( Read more... )

i am tired ( Read more... )

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ich habe nichts zu sagen, und ich uber alles denken. was kann ich schreiben? jeden tag, feregessen mir mehr deutches. warum? bin ich duff? nein. ich denke zu viel uber anderes menshen ( Read more... )

POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so, i make one fucking entry into cymbals. and the freshman prints it as anonymous. thank you, thank you very much. that was a big cherry on top of my fucking sundae of a life this fucking week. what else? can i get my period a week early? please, please, please? people suck and never do what they say they will do. well, you might think... welcome ( Read more... )

a letter to the corporate office of carl's jr ( Read more... )

i'm wearing my underwear inside out

hhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm... well, i'm really growing up now. very odd how things are working out. i'm slowly learning how to control my temper and other people who are idiots are speaking for themselves. i can't believe that i am the kind of person now who can work out for two hours and still wish she had more time there. "gym rat"? fucking crazy ( Read more... )

just to clarify.. i was vacuuming at work, reflecting about that last post. the suicide thing... not a clue or cry for help. hahaaha... just sounds nice, like a name for a band or a poem, perhaps. i need to go dancing. i need a drink and a hug and a nap. and i need for people to quit being asholes ( Read more... )