What an awkward life i've developed.  I just spent a very uncomfortable hour sitting next to my friend whose ex bf was stroking my leg (we have an epic game of chicken or go going on).  They are still snipping at each other.  I wrote haikus in Crayon i hopes of finding Zen, but she read them and they were about the disaster of my life at current ( Read more... )

I feel like my life has, as of late, turned into a giant shit show ( Read more... )

(I hate to be so bitchy, but....)

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, FOR FUCKS SAKE, YOU'RE IN THE GODDAMN LIBRARY, IT'S MIDNIGHT, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WATCHING YOUTUBE VIDEOS ON YOUR FUCKING LAPTOP WITH THE VOLUME ALL THE WAY UP

THEY'RE CALLED HEADPHONES.  THEY COST 89 CENTS.  IF YOU DON'T START USING THEM, I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU.

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I hate to be the bitchy friend, i really do, but i am so sick being in the middle of petty arguments.  I already went though my parents being divorced that rearranging my life accordingly, why do i have to deal with that with my friends?  For fucks stake, if you can't get along, don't be in the same place.  If you both are coming to me for advice, ( Read more... )

My friend's mom died this morning, of cancer, at the age of 49.  I hate that there is nothing I can do, but it reminds me why I'm here.  No one should die of cancer... no one should die of cancer at such a young age.  I know that there are far to many things that cause cancer - I also know that things can be done to prevent cancer, but it's not, in ( Read more... )

What keeps me up and hunts my thoughts more than anything else is my complete inability to do anything meaningful to help.  

my shit = pulled together ( Read more... )

My insomnia has taken the highly alarming swing in which i wake up at 7 am (after falling asleep at 3 30).  This is affording far too much opportunity to be productive.  Let's hope this abates.

I think i've pushed my luck one too many times - i have one more drink one time too much, I've done something dumb a little too often ( Read more... )

So I just had this dream where i was with a lot of people, and their parents.  There was one mother reading about all the members of the group/team/whatever we were and made some comment about the Arab being, you know, not so great.  Things digressed into her calling him a terrorist (very quietly) and me starting to yell, not totally out of anger, ( Read more... )