I got my ID taken away at the bank today. They wouldn't cash my check and they wouldn't give it back, he said. FUCK. Crime does not pay. But wars do, and I am on the war-path, so watch out. Insanity and rejection and dramatics, here I come.

I hope nobdy actually sees this crap I delete- sheesh.

So I had my first club experience last night. It was sobering... but I'm sure I'll find a nice bar soon... maybe the crowd was the problem. It was the crowd. But which came first? The crowd or the bar ( Read more... )

I am sitting here with my beer and my false ID and I'm talking to Sara Wilson. Yep. Really. Ian was supposed to come to town, but he didn't call round seven like he said so i ended up running through the snow to get beer, and when I got back there was literally a pile of it on my head. I've never been in snow coming down that fast. (One inch of ( Read more... )

Over the weekend, somewhat inspiredly (?) I started writing letters. One to mom, one to stepdad and one to Katie Calfee in new york ( Read more... )

I have a new friend. He is a mouse. I saw him run through the kitchen, and then into my closet. What he wants with my clothes I don't know, but I think I'm going to have to kill him.

I need to quit being such a fucking weirdo- without quitting booze. I must conquer this weirdness. It's not going to kill me but the word is bound to be getting around and that's just not good. Not good. Even the weird kids think I'm weird. E gads. Somebody get me an icepack ( Read more... )

Upon sober reflection I have come to the conclusion that I have been going about this blogging business all wrong. And yet I sit here trying to decide whether or not to make this the last entry or the beginning of a series of entries upon which I will go about treating my entries differently. I don't like the idea of writing to myself for everyone ( Read more... )

I wish I knew what Dim Sum meant. Boy, that's a real dim sum. God. I mean, my vocabulary needs some serious tweakage... tweakage? One more year being minor. threehundredsixtyfivedays. I deleted what was here before.

Talked to Kurt for awhile tonight. We hate a lot... whatever. He seems miserable and he's not. I like that. Signed up for all my classes and I am once again excited about taking it all on mostly because I have not much interest in a social(romantic) sidelife. Newyears is bullshit. Every day is the beginning of a new year. Right now. Last year ( Read more... )