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( It tastes like grass and fertilizer. )

I wish it were possible to see everyone, every day. Just for a little, to make sure things are alright.

I need some styrofoam.

The guy at the end is creepy in a sweet kinda way.

Im kind of bored of people squashing their own intellect in order to avoid pretension and cliche.

It would be nice to be able to start a conversation about Kerouac or Kafka once in a while without someone turning up their nose.

Only once in a while though.

And I totally had to double check how to spell Kerouac. xD

Also, I'm totally pro Livejournal pretension.

How else are you going to appear mellow in public?

I hooked up with a guy at the club last night. He was drunk but he was a sweetheart. I don't regret it. I'm just angry that the one not-gay-gay-guy I meet finds me intellectually incapacitated by flashing lights and nipples. I wish I had the quick wit books are made of. Sometime it would just be easier to be who you want to be ( Read more... )

Today we wore ugly sweaters to an ugly sweater party and looked good. It was fun and we weren't out of place. It would be silly to think we would have been.

Resistance didn't happen. It was really sad.

THE INCENSE BAG JUST FELL OVER!

I suddenly feel lonely. It would be nice to have someone that's not a girl like me.

That was a crappy

Gosh. Getting my hair from 'unacceptable for public viewing' to 'just about ok' is a process involving combing, greasing and washing that takes around four hours ( Read more... )

The tree in front of my house fell down. People came out and illuminated it with camera flash. I tried to empathize with it's pain as the wind left its branches, it's last breath. I have a lot of thoughts now. I met a neighbor.