I'm floating on a cloud of endless depth; my arms sway from left to right as if they were made of soft rubber. My eyes burn as the wind gushes into the tiny, but easily penetrable sockets of moisture. When I close my eyes to let my lids foster the sting, images sparkle as if my eyelids were reflecting the sea on a sunny day. I have taken myself

OH SHIT.

BRITNEY FUCKING SPEARS. $90 well spent. REAL. TALK.

I don't know what it was...but the view from the backseat made my knees weak.

Oh boy.

My mom called me today to ask me, "are you drunk last night?"

That's right. War Room. Again. I've said it before, and I'll say it again - War Room makes me do this:

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I found a nice studio in Fremont for $550. Now, I just need someone to move into my room here.

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I'm experiencing major writer's block. I took 20 milligrams of Adderall and drank a soy latte hoping that it would loosen up that creative part of my brain and allow me to write with fluidity, like I used to. The way that one should be able to when they're all alone in a strange place on vacation. It's quite the opposite though. I feel cracked out ( Read more... )

P.s. My double chin is in the way so hard right now. This has got to end.