I'm so infuriated by everyday life that I don't know where to start. Working constantly, unimpressed by shitty management, honey do this honey do that - BUT I'M ALREADY DOING IT. And you have to weigh the drink okay I'll weigh the drink have you weighed the drink don't forget to weigh the drink YES I'll weigh the drink oh wait now I've fucked the ( Read more... )

Instead of writing my essay, which is about death, and also really late, to make it even more depressing (to my GPA or whatever they call it ( Read more... )

All my essays are laaaaaaaate. Working four nights in a rooooooowwww. Mat is away. I'm fucked ( Read more... )

I wonder if I want boots made of llama fur?

There's a Vice gig on tonight but am I really in the mood to be surrounded by drug-fucked dumbfucks? Probably not. And hey I could just go to the Town & Country next door. Also if there's an outing I have to dress like a hard bitch but if I stay in I can be a sweetheart pixie in a soft sweater. I don't know. It's pretty cold. I really do think I'm ( Read more... )

YES! I have a job! Cocktails for everyone! And no, you may not have any other kind of drink...especially not BEER!

Of course I am now scouring ebay for anything Wheels and Dollbaby, although I should probably save up for something useful, like a computer or a car.

But like, whatever.

I just found a maggot in the kitchen. That's right, a maggot. Last time I checked, it wasn't the 17th century, and yet for some reason I find feculence prospering everywhere I go. So much so that I believe the word "feculence" will need to make an appearance in every livejournal entry I write this month ( Read more... )

Is it weird to get excited about plucking my eyebrows? I don't mean, like, in my pants excited (you sick freaks) but just...I like...the smooth arch. And I feel I have, in some small, obscure way, triumphed. Then again, it's sort of a case of winning the battle but not the war - there are a million other hairs I could be plucking! Not just my own ( Read more... )

Goddamn! I'd totally forgotten the horror of decrepit creepy merman with a penis fish up his ass and then I went through my friends list and there it was once more, assaulting me with it's very existence, and yet again triggering the urge to choke on my own vomit simply so I will never have to look at it again ( Read more... )

Well, you know. Have been quietly plotting my revenge. And sometimes not so quietly. Could not find the poison so the cockroaches run free and unadulterated. YUCK! Am going to look for jobs at Newtown. Jobs that suck! For me who also sucks, they would not dare give me anything bearable, of course. Sometimes the world is exciting and sometimes not ( Read more... )