I haven't had a cigarette in God knows how long. My tongue rolls absentmindedly at this thought, as if seeking some hidden pocket of nicotine in the crevices of my mouth. It's not that my body misses it, but in a way it was something to do, something to soothe and distract when discontent or upset - bored even. At the moment, my mouth is still numb ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wish I had my old hair back, just so I can cut it off all over again. It's pretty cathartic, watching all that mass float away from you onto the floor.

There's this woman named Jill Price, who remembers every single detail of every single day of her life since she was 14. Her condition (hyperthymestic syndrome, linked not surprisingly to OCD) was supposedly triggered when her parents moved her family to a new house. She describes her vision as a split screen television - one side is what she's ( Read more... )

"it is myself I have never met, whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind.

please open the curtains." 

after perusing pages and pages of internships and prospective jobs, I've suddenly hit this wall and felt my gritty optimism crumble into this almost wild despair.

One small phrase turned into a mad scavenger hunt throughout my room in the middle of the night, upturning lids and digging through my drawers, pulling out Books 7, 8 & 9, poring through those scribbled pages for clues and dropped hints that I had left for myself along the way, all these years. How the hell did this happen? At what point did things ( Read more... )

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I'm really sorry G. I know it's your favorite book and you like to keep it close at hand to read during times of transition in your life, over and over again. But let's be fair - you brought that upon yourself, and what's more is you have my copy of The Little Prince, which I need to have close at hand during times of transition in my life.

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and as my fingers trip-trip oh so prettily across, knockknock, are you there? let me in. stirstir upthetrouble.

Chris: Perpetual unemployment is a lot like syphilis.
Kris: In that it gets to your brain?
Chris: Yeah, it eventually makes you crazy.