I think I'm going to drop out of school and do CYS. I'm a loser and bum and an idiot and if I don't leave Olympia by the time I'm twenty-five then I'm ending it. But I may just shoot myself in the forehead before then, just for kicks.

I'm losing interest in this thing. I'm withdrawing into myself more and more, and I like it ( Read more... )

"I know a woman here in Toronto who is very dear to my heart. She was my foster mother. I call her Auntieji and she likes that. She is Quebecoise. Though she has lived in Toronto for over thirty years, her French-speaking mind still slips on occasion on the understanding of English sounds. And so, when she first heard of Hare Krishnas, she didn't ( Read more... )

If I had Olympia to myself for a day, with not a single soul in the entire city...I would spend the entire time riding my bike around and playing on all the playgrounds and writing and reading. I would control the weather so it would snow when I wanted it to, as well as rain or just have the sun shine down on my antics with blue skies to keep it ( Read more... )

My sister let me read through her old journals. Two of them specifically. She is remarkable, my entire family is amazing. I feel inspired.

I'm in one of those moods, again ( Read more... )

How long has it been since I had a real honest, down to earth post about my everyday life ( Read more... )

I often feel that I put too much into some things. My exuberance fills things to the brim then spills over the sides and I feel like a fool. In regard to my relations with people.

Dearest .You're late. Very very late. Like two weeks late ( Read more... )

My father knows more about pop culture than I do. I'll take it as a sign that I am in a fuckin' rut. When I could care less about Angelina Jolie's love life, I am absolutely screwed, and I'm not coming up from my basement until my addiction for tabloid gossip returns ( Read more... )