christine and i are like an old married couple. last night, we decided we were both going on a diet, and this morning, we did crunches together. we fight like frenchmen, quite consistently, and it's invigorating to be around someone who doesn't just nod and smile. this last month has found me completely and utterly feeling at home. but, this ( Read more... )

happy birthday to me. on monday. 21st. it better be awesome. it better make up for this being the worst week ever. done. and done.

i've been spending some time recalling tragedy and all it's effects, and i realize that living isn't mandatory, i can stop at any time, but if there's any chance that my conscience will live on in the after life, i don't think i could really stand to be the cause of there being one less person in the world who owns total recall and actually watches ( Read more... )

i'm patiently waiting for you to kill me in my sleep. i hold my breath so that it will be that much quicker.

i mean, it's really cute that i was using words like "deliquesce" and "meandering" when i was sixteen, but jesus christ, man, what happened to me? when did i become so less...literary? i imagine it was when i stopped writing ( Read more... )

i figured this year would be a hell of a lot more interesting if i just took everyone else's resolutions and reversed them. i can drink, smoke, have casual sex, quit my job, hate everyone, buy tons of porn, jerk off every hour...etc. oh, and i can swear all the time, at every occasion. and i don't have to be nice. and i don't have to stop for ( Read more... )

everything is changing, and my only regret is that these positive alterations were inspired by carelessness. because we are not speaking, i'll leave you a written list of things i plan to do, and refuse to do ( Read more... )

every night, i spend an hour trying to create the miraculous person i can pretend to be in my dreams, but i'm always just myself. i'm sick of my subconscious being the veritable fist of destruction to my glory.

mom's back in the hospital. job sucks. heart hurts. assuming state of triviality.

well, slap me silly and stupid, sheepish and sedated, or just plain sober. i traced the path of demise, and i'm still confused.