check it out. a work in progress; i'm reborn:

diagnosis: wanderlust.

Y'know? Like a shitty job, I have to say that this LiveJournal thing "just isn't working."

Ciao, belli.

I'm dying. Well, not really. Well, yes. But not of SARS. I guess you're dying as soon as you leave the protective warmth of mother's womb, but that's not what I'm getting at ( Read more... )

I am so fucking upset at myself. I don't even know why ( Read more... )

God, how I hate ultra-thin rolling papers. Just because somebody invents something ultra-lightweight or ultra-whatever doesn't mean that there is a market for it. People like the thick ones. If they're so concerned with what their ingesting as it burns, they should fucking quit smoking. People should carry the blue Rizlas and the Zig-Zags. I'm ( Read more... )

I'm so pissed off at everything that I can't even write.

In celebrating the "luv suxor parté", I jumped up on someone. I think it was Jason. In doing so, I damaged my nipple piercing. Fo' sho'. It's painful ( Read more... )

God, how's it possible that I'm tipsy after two beers ( Read more... )

...all the [Democratic Presidential] candidates are willing to sell out any of these other issues in service of the secret burning desire of all Democrats: abortion on demand. If they could just figure out a way to abort babies using solar power, that's all we'd ever hear about.

Is anyone else alarmed ( Read more... )

Today was possibly the worst day of school ever ( Read more... )