i make myself physically ill. i never thought i could really proclaim this with such gusto, but motherfuck if it ain't true. for example-- yesterday was so downright rotten and terrible (because of my shit actions) that when i arrived at the juliette & the licks show at el corazon, i commenced puking repetitively in the goddamn bathroom for the ( Read more... )

today in my "international relations" class-- a student actually said the word "gooks." like, for real, in reference to the people being slaughtered in vietnam. and ps: there are vietnamese kids in my class ( Read more... )

and today was pretty bad. well actually, really bad. but let's not get into that. let's just say, it was, well, sucky. and in conclusion, livia stinks ( Read more... )

so, um, these guys:


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my life is a sack of shit. today i got hit in the face with a bottle and screamed at, something ala "you are a fucking whore. a fucking whore!!!" and i also decided that i hate everything. except for maybe still the mars volta. but otherwise, everything is done. thanks a lot world. it was great for a while, but now i'm done with you. good luck with ( Read more... )

so i am definitely going to Berkeley to see the Mars Volta. holla! i am going to completely freak out. i am flying into Oakland on June 03rd, and then kickin' it there for a few days, record shopping and hanging out with my hot Uncle Paul. i can't believe that i am such a privileged girl. i mean, dag! if my apartment hadn't burned down, and i hadn' ( Read more... )

i had a weird sleep with constant interrupted dreams- only laid in bed for about five hours anyway. the phone started ringing at 6am, "Crooklyn" was still playing on the tv (because i put it on to help me fall asleep) and the phone kept going and going. and i remember slipping back to this place hearing the ringing and thinking "it's Livia. don't ( Read more... )

oops, looks like Jace-Pace and i got a little too tipsy last night at Marcus' Martini Heaven. i was still feeling kind of drunk when i drove here to school this morning, and i think i may have involved myself in a few inappropriate indescretions last night, after i got home. dag ( Read more... )

i just remembered this one time where Laurie and Jay and i, late at night, found ourselves in some ugly back parking lot in Puyallup. pissed off at the way all three of us were openly ruining our lives under the unhappy watch of our friends and family-- we stared, stood, smashing glass. i don't remember all of the details-- but i can see in my ( Read more... )

god, i really just can't believe that i'm not dead yet. i mean, i've had so many opportunities to just launch myself off of I-5, or out my third story window; slice my face off with my inexpensive butcher knife, or just drown in my own hideousness. but yet, i am still here! what the fuck? all the throwdowns and beatdowns and downright astounding ( Read more... )