i'm so. utterly. and completely. overwrought.

makes me wish i'd grabbed Mary Todd and used her as a human shield.

thursday night ate sushi and 72% dark chocolate in the back of a theatre on sunset, the one where they show the room. (which i've missed for two months in a row, goddamnit.)
anyway, so i'm sitting there with a bunch of third graders and "the press" (aka a row of sad-eyed lesbians in mom jeans). together, we watch this:

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among other things ( Read more... )

http://killrecessionblues.blogspot.com/

it's the same bullshit, just slightly more ladylike html formatting.

an imploded ego tangled up in a maroon blazer two sizes too big ( Read more... )

is it weird that i suddenly want a nose ring and tattoos and blue hair?

is it weird that this is happening to me at 20 and not at 14?

is it weird that i fell into [verb] twice this month?

"-i was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room id never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and i looked at the cracked high ceiling and i really didn't know who i was for about fifteen strange seconds. i wasn't scared ( Read more... )

i don't know.

all i can really say is that my biggest bruise is the size of a baby's cranium. but like a baby that was born big.

it's on my upper thigh.

i got it from shaking a tambourine.

violently, i guess.

but that would happen to me, right?

a typical san ignacio day ( Read more... )

somebody pinch me.

on the whole, i am a pretty porous person. like, to a fault. i fester in a large, germ-infested vat of (mostly useless) information. lately it's been particularly bad. i'm not normally a long-winded blogger, but i have a feeling i might be indulging a few minutes of your time right now, if you'll allow it ( Read more... )