I did something really stupid last night. I'm pretty pissed. I have to find a way to get over this.

The ants are murdered, I gained seven pounds, and I'm going to miss Baltimore Avenue terribly.

Running through the light drizzle, short sleeves, baggy clothes, running past the laundromat, inhaling scents of freshly laundered clothes, looking down at my green kicks, looking up at the cloudy grey, it's a thriller day.

I've been in such moods. I suppose I'm simply getting honest.

My bathroom door just fell off of one of it's hinges.

My apartment really wants me gone.

GIVE ME ONE MONTH, YOU BITCH.

I think I'm about ready for a change.
I could always just shave my hair off,
Or change my screen name.

My computer is haunted ( Read more... )

I am palpably more incoherent by the day.

"If" [Rudyard Kipling]If you can keep your head when all about you ( Read more... )

You're just so silly.

But it's okay.