It looks like I'm going out with Mariya tonight, Ahren's wife...We're gonna hook up with Mike later, but I'm pretty sure I'm gonna drink with her for a couple of hours first, so that should be interesting. I'm all nervous about it because the connection between Mariya and I rests almost entirely on mutual friends. When I smoked pot with her, Ahren ( Read more... )

"Does Nip/Tuck start at eight or nine?" My voice trembled against the tears when I asked this and it occured to me that I was extremely affected by the ending of Lunar Park, which I had finished only moments ago. This doesn't necessarily mean the book is amazing or that I was wrong about it being a let-down. It could simply be a matter of the book' ( Read more... )

There was actually a class discussion in my Sociology of Family class last week in which an overwelming majority of students were completely against GAY COUPLES ADOPTING ( Read more... )

Sitting down to the overbearing beam of the computer proved to be a little difficult. It was even more difficult to sign on, load the livejournal site, log in and get the update section...getting on here to do an entry is hard and sometimes even makes me not want to bother when I'm struck with the urge to write something...Slowdive are playing in ( Read more... )

The term "auto pilot", which I normally use to describe my disaffected, minimal-functioning mode, (a mode I have fallen into with alarming frequency over the last couple of years or so) doesn't quite cover the wave of nausea and paralysis I'm experiencing right now. I'm not miserable or suffering from any particular anxiety, though it may have ( Read more... )

I plopped down on the recliner and violently grabbed the t.v. remote, pressed the power button and then just as quickly pressed it again...its useless. I can't watch t.v. I can't talk on the phone. Nothing is going to subside this void, which is becoming more potent by the second now ( Read more... )

The loud, office-style ring hardly bothered me, so I just paused for a second and then stuck my nose back in Lunar Park, the latest novel by Bret Easton Ellis, which I somehow have not yet finished in spite of its short length and the fact that I've had it for over a week. The phone rang again and I suddenly realized it was my cell phone and I ( Read more... )

Music from the self-titled Sigur Ros CD is filling my bedroom, which is lit only with the red bulb and I'm smoking from this bad-ass slate-blue/smokey-colored glass pipe Christina brought back from Amsterdam for me two summers ago, by far the coolest gift she has given me. I don't smoke much lately, but tonight's xanax wasn't all that affective, ( Read more... )

It might not have been the best idea to split the xanax bar with Misty. We're going through a really dark time right now and I'm second-guessing our decision to pop the pill because I'm scared shitless of what I'll be like in a few hours when it wears off. As for right now, we're even enjoying this chemical-induced calm as Jenny Mccarthy narrates ( Read more... )

I was a more than just a little nervous about meeting up with Cortney and her friends at Tapwerks, but managed to fight through it with the help of a xanax I popped on my way out the door and two crown & cokes I consumed while waiting at the bar, one of which was paid for by this middle-aged drunk woman who said she was on the run from a crazy ex- ( Read more... )