i know it's only been 2 days since i last talked to you, but i miss you already. in a way this scares me. i want to invite you over to my house and make pancakes like we usually do and scrounge change for canned beans so we can make dinner and watch movies. i think about this and wonder: is this too soon? am i letting myself get hurt by someone ( Read more... )

you cannot kick start a dead horse. you just crush yourself and walk away.

the weigh in of the night: home sweet home for potentially free drinks and hanging out with claudia, or making brownies w/ ice cream and watching six feet under on the couch? i'm debating...

the verdict: brownies. oohhhhhhhh brownies. how i luv ya, how i luv ya.

i painted an apartment upstate with my dad monday and teusday, then came back wednesday morning to prepare for my interview at a.p.c., which as of 5 minutes ago, was rescheduled to wednesday. oh well. i have an interview tommorrow at a reproduction graphics company in union square, for a job that i feel way underqualified for. right now all i ( Read more... )

the mice in our kitchen keep squeaking and i am way freaked out. i. hate. mice.

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i am totally disgusting.

i want trent reznor to fuck me, haaaarrrrd. ugh ( Read more... )

i'm gonna be showing in a group show in chelsea in july. in a month. i'm stressed. i do not function under these kind of deadlines. operation:me drop off the face of the earth, commencing immeadiately.

if you want to see me within the next month, become a gay man and let me photograph your apartment.

these days all i want to do is cry and sleep. cry/sleep, sleep/cry. seems like a good comination.