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procrastinating...
i have this in-class essay to write today ( Read more... ) -
in taranah
here i am,
rockin' sexy green thigh-high sockies...
in bed sick.
at least it's a hotel bed, and not a hospital bed. :( -
fucking useless shitty horrid-ass promoting.
i love the frenetic/mellow (respectively) loveliness of
elliot brood and
jason collett
why are they playing at C2/Scuttles? why for the love of all that is shiny?!?! -
dear eljay:
it seems i'm just too cool for you, dear ( Read more... ) -
da dum da daaaahhhhhh
fuck vague ( Read more... ) -
the non-manager has braces.
staggering beneath the weight of a dozen complaints and a sixty pounder of pears.
the metalmouth is flattened by the exhaustion of a perpetually widening unfeltgrin.
starving for summer.
apparently it's her fault.
and fifty cents worth of responsibility is accounting for a staff of thirty(count'em30).
i don't like it anymore. -
march 17th... or something.
i suppose i am supposed to hit up a work party ( Read more... ) -
disappearance factor.
fall was okay. this winter, depression hit an all-time high... or low, depending on how you look at things (that's right, worse than high school). spring followed suit. i'm the SAD-dest girl alive and winter packs a huge, morose, never-want-to-leave-bed-again punch, especially when it's followed by multiple miserable months of rain, fuck. the sun ( Read more... ) -
doing the spring thing.
i LOVE a bike ride!
twelve! twelve beautiful bike rides in a lifetime. BUA-ha-ha!
nobody told me how cool this was. -
bad or worse, that is the question.
denial is a glorious thing.
heaping guilt on the not-so-innocent bystander.
because working through what's really there will possibly
probably
break your heart?
over and again?
she has finally become everything,
beginning from very little.
how inconvenient that
anticipated disappearance
became a stalking twin periphery.
it's been
so
long.