bluegrass bands with dirty young guys that sing mostly about moving along physically from places, this kind of escape which really just turns you into something like a wet clay wheel that just keeps being imprinted by everything it rolls over so that you take everything with you, this and drinking, an stumbling, and the kind of trouble with women ( Read more... )

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man, that srikanth reddy ( Read more... )

incessant, shameless celebration of gay, whimsical love of babies and babymirth makes me sort of miss you. also someone was carrying a non-dog dog today in the supermarket and i missed you then as well. it all felt really donnie darko for a second, dont ask me why

i want to get blackout drunk except for the part where drunk is just another kind of asleep and my echoing bones and eyes sleepwalk and trash everything. ive been thinking about going to a hospital. i dont know what death means.

things i need to know about, or to have invented:

1. software that records webcam feeds brian green says apple makes one but i gotta steal it, it is $99
2. software where you can back up/store voicemails from your iphone in your computer
3. software where you can back up/store text messages from your iphone in your computer

im going to save all the ( Read more... )

awful family. oldest story in my book. irrational dad says everything was perfect until i came back. i say yeah well nikki was content as an only child and he says what about donald. i say what? he will get rid of this house in a year, when i ask about all the great things hes said about "always having a place" he screams at me and turns the car ( Read more... )

dan savage is the adam corolla for spinsters like you and me.

my dad somehow got septic and is in the hospital. i have no idea what is going on because every time i call him he says he is sleeping, and when i say im coming, he says no. this afternoon i will call his girlfriend who i dont really know and try to figure it out. sepsis is a pretty big deal, and to my knowledge he wasnt sick or wounded at all ( Read more... )

going through old emails and chats and stuff, looking for something and when i realize how much stuff i lost, how much i forgot with shock, it makes me feel like i have to sit down, even if i am already sitting. partly, reading this old stuff makes me really really miss the russian. when he first screamed that i was a nightmare and something small ( Read more... )