this morning i went to spanish mass at st. matthews in dc and since peru's independence day is on sunday i ended up back at the peruvian embassy drinking pisco sours, eating strawberries and listening to some guy play the guitar.
i'm having a metaphysical crisis i feel like i just ran really far in one direction, metaphysically, and i fucked up it was the wrong way and i'm frustrasted because i don't know where i am or who i am or what i did or what. and fuck. i feel like i need a break. i'm really upset i'm so fucking tired of doing things for you.
i woke up at four this morning and threw up a whole bunch. first i thought i was about to have a heart attack or that i was pregnant, which would have given me a heart attack anyway
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i'm not going to say i like the cold but at least its natural. its not supposed to be seventy degrees in virginia in november. if i wanted to live somewhere warm (which i do) i'd move back to california
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