ADD: bucketofbones

seriously, look at that layout.

that's hot.

new journal: bucketofbones

add me if you will.

Rumors of my death are greatly exagerrated, though the threats stay present. Resting, regrouping, in fair Schenectady. It's cold and drizzly here as in the Northwest. It was cold and wet last night, but what did I do last night ( Read more... )

This day can't be over fast enough. I want Grandy's. I want to bowl. I want to have a lesbian good time with Monica. It's not even lunch yet. Goddamnit ( Read more... )

Today is a shitty day.

Look outside.

Shit.

Everyone's either being fucked over by some asshole or they are the asshole.

Assholes, you know who you are.

I met Rose for coffee at Grandy's. Fecal matters were discussed. It isn't often one can have a candid conversation of the horror that ekes out of your bunghole with someone, but god I love Rose ( Read more... )

My entire drama class is convinced I'm mentally unstable. Kya and J-Faux (teacher) goaded me into anger by talking about things like that one fat chick that I really really hate.

I ended up on my knees in a black cape, screaming at Dylan and a stuffed dog.

My throat hurts.

I need something to smoke.

All riled up.

I hate that fat chick.

ermmmmmmmmmm.

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

i'm going to go do something that doesn't involve the internet.

I spilled coffee all over my lap, spent the day since about 5 AM kind of soggy and smelly and scalded in bad places.

Knowledge Bowl State is not the most exciting thing in the world, but it is a hell of a lot better when you win. I have a medal.

And I went bowling. And I'm Schenectady bound on April 2nd.

I'm also a fugly slut.

She came home. We talked. I cried and sidestepped the real issues as usual.

All is peaceful.

I remain, as ever, full of hate.

Ugh. Give me a 40, a carton of smokes, an SS hat, and a fascist boyfriend in a place of our own.

Then maybe I'll be in better spirits.