day five: beef and tomatoes ( Read more... )

day three: skim milk and banana day ( Read more... )

day three: fruit and vegetable (and soup) day ( Read more... )

day two: vegetable day.
today i woke up very very early for no apparent reason, and i dreamt vividly of being in my bed with my sister and then of wildly careening down the 101 in my surrealist pillow of a car. so i slept in. i had a doctor's appointment today and they took so much blood, so i came home and laid down, watched year of the dog which ( Read more... )

day one: i hate fruit day.
today, i went to the mechanic and the farmer's market with my father. caitlin came over for a bit. i watched young people fucking and two episodes of jeopardy. my dislike for my mother grew, because i hate the way she looks at me and speaks to me and apparently thinks of me. i decided to learn how to play the guitar. i'm ( Read more... )

my life is so entertaining. what an excellent "welcome back to the valley" homecoming. jesus.

ok, so things are getting hard. i guess "real" is an applicable term also. i was exhausted all day, i took three separate naps, no joke. getting sick, i guess, or just really shutting down from the emotional burden of....you know....leaving. when renee and i walked back to my house and realized that this may be the last time we hang out in santa ( Read more... )

all i can think was, my mouth is so dry. the last thing i said was, i put a lot into this relationship, and you can't expect i'm going to give that again, so you lost out. bigtime. and he just kind of nodded. i used the word "selfish" a lot. ...this is the only thing i managed to write after last saturday night, but it was hardly the only thing i ( Read more... )

last night i drank a bottle of tequila, but i told everyone i only drank half the bottle because i need to appear a lady, you know, and walked to the blue lagoon, which i hate, so we stayed outside, and hannah and i met a 51 year old ex-prostitute from portland named johnny who kept talking about his pussy and asked me to hold his baggie of coke ( Read more... )

how the fuck did i graduate cum laude with department honors, college honors, phi beta kappa, as the fucking student speaker at my commencement ( Read more... )