Today it was decided to take a taxi to meet a man named Kevin. I did not wish to be late, and was uncertain how long it would take me to arrive if I did not. I was a bit early, it turns out, but Julie greeted me warmly just the same and offered me a seat or directions to a nearby beach. I opted for the latter. Kevin returned, and so did I. We ( Read more... )

I do not, it seems, have the strength of character to fix this. Months, and nothing. I spend my days looking for ways to make them pass faster. I'm back in that old rut; just waiting. It is obvious this is an internal problem; external circumstances may be unfavourable, but I have to fix it by myself, within myself, just the same. Only I guess ( Read more... )

I reject, I refuse, you shall repent ( Read more... )

Sore throats continue to make me very sad. I suppose, in some ways, I will probably never grow up. I guess that's true of most people. Poor all of us.

Totally fucking soaked. It turns out the landlords shut down that pump prematurely, so the house is pretty much sitting on a lake right now. The water table is about a quarter inch above my floor.

And that sandwich? Kicks all kinds of ass.

So, coming off of that conversation I am really exceptionally drunk and my floor is flooded. I am uncertain how to deal with a flooded floor right now. It appears to have come from a drain next to the washing machine; I am pretty sure this is the opposite of how the drain is supposed to interact with water ( Read more... )

Blackout was interesting. I'm mostly sad it's over, really; got to spend two days in front of my landlords' fireplace reading, playing with kittens, and eating an adequate amount of food. Also not worrying about the whole life thing ( Read more... )

Man, why have I never heard of Johnny Thunders outside the context of a Nick Cave song?

Well, because people who aren't Nick Cave suck, I guess. Oh well.

Walking home, I had most of another generic angsty essay composed, but now I'm just in a good-ish mood. Whiskey is so much better than everything else in the world, it seems unfair. Yay

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More letters to the aether this morning, because...I really have no idea what else to do with myself. Can't sleep any more. I guess I need to get used to nightmares again. Came so close. Ah well. Pizza and a glass of chianti to keep me warm, this morning. But what to say? Too many secret things. Disallowed things. Forbidden, uncomfortable ( Read more... )