Worst guilty pleasure: Fruity Pebbles.

They're like bursts of artificial rainforests in my mouth.
And they're delicious.

Hehehe.

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As much as I enjoy your company, I feel used up around you. You look to me for guidance when no one else is in sight, as though I were some pathetic last resort. "You're my best friend"--bullshit. I'm your best listener. This isn't a friendship, this thing that we have. I'm fucking sick of being shoved in the backseat, messily put behind your ( Read more... )

I finally have fully functional internet--what a miracle.

I'm full of partially formed ideas and nothing's ever done. Thoughts that are pure genius dissipate into nonexistence. Maybe I should start acting on instincts.

What ever happened to the sound of strings?

Everyone is asleep.

I'm going to start measuring time in song.

My father's speech to me at 4 a.m. was an album-long.

I feel as if there are a countless number of unresolved conflicts looming in my past. And, every so often, they creep up on me. I'm not sure how to remedy this.

Regret is an ugly truth.

So, if by chance you are out there, wandering around the internet, and you happen upon this:

Ethan, I like you. Despite certain circumstances, I like you. Through everything, I like you. Even now, I like you.

Love,
Gabi

I bought a new bike! Woohoo!

1972 vintage!

I absolutely detest mediocrity. I'd rather feel the brunt of failure, because then, at the very least, I can use the comic defense mechanism to fight back and laugh at my own defeat. But, mediocrity is such a subtle destroyer ( Read more... )

 I'm taking a recuperation day.

I think I deserve it. I haven't felt healthy in months.

Despite this saving grace, I am consumed with anxiety because my director has yet to write up my recommendation for UCF, which is due within the next day or so. I've been pestering him for weeks about it and he kept avoiding it. If I get penalized for this, I ( Read more... )