i can't return my aunt's call because my sister is currently locked in the psych ward of tallahassee memorial hospital. if i call, my aunt will inevitably ask about my sister, and telling her anything about my sister would weaken her already weak heart. i also feel terribly guilty about not calling her, though, not least because her heart is so ( Read more... )

spent all day blowing my nose, reading, and drinking a mixture of orange juice and black tea in the comfort inn's room 227. it was as unexpected as any of the life i've been living recently; mostly pleasant, definitely different ( Read more... )

"Wow. Well... on the bright side, I guess that answers your question about whether you should move back to Tallahassee."

no fucking kidding.
the next time i decide it's a good idea to go there, i think i'll just lock myself in a room and punch my own face for a while.

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sarasota has been surreal.

all i've done today is giggle, eat cherry tart and watch trailer park boys and eva. my right knee, elbow and shoulder are swollen and stiff. i danced in the shower. whitney and calvin and i dicked around at sonny's, agreeing that we will never be level 70s in metal because nobody but slayer has the power to promote us ( Read more... )

i would give anything right now for a mattress, a back massage, and a bottle of red wine.

today, as predicted, has been a long day ( Read more... )

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sitting in all saints café, reading the superficial and people watching. outside, the temperature inches up; there's no ocean breeze, and i can feel every one of the 91 degrees that flashes on bank signs. on the couch across from me, a dyke in a pair of jeans and a black labret is talking to a tiny blonde girl in green bike shorts; their heads ( Read more... )

(everyone jokes about me being emo, but i only started liking death cab a few years ago ( Read more... )