Dear My Livejournal,

you suck. I'm leaving you and returning to my diaryland love. don't cry for me, etc etc.

-karina

p.s. you have a tiny wang
p.p.s see? see?! every thing I say here is stupid.

I’ve just been at the hospital with my brother. He had some kind of weird not-breathing attack this morning while I was out a suburban mcdonalds getting hit on by a forty year old real estate agent (woo, I have a few days work. boo, it’s in belmont ( Read more... )

my brother is visiting. we spent this afternoon making fun of each other, talking about japanese fashion, and watching each other's online correspondance. He showed me photos of his girlfriend (hot as) and a magazine called "matchy in usa", from the nineties, in which an odd looking man poses at random american locations in big brightly coloured ( Read more... )

last night, I asked the himbo with the ugly cowboy shirt who was standing in the garden outside our imaginary houseif he were a Beatle, which one he would be ( Read more... )

“i like your hair dark”
“godIhateyou”

“I have stiches in my mouth, dude”
“really? show me”
“nuh-uh”
“godIhateyou”

“can you pass me the-“
“godIhateyou”

“will I get you menus, or are you just here for coffee?”
“godIhateyou”
“….”
“sorry. uh, I meant him”

I've been wearing pyjamas or underwear for the last five days. this afternoon my mother insisted that I out on proper pants to go to the shop.

I hate proper pants.

re: teenagers
“hey, at least I didn’t change subcultures every five minutes”
“fuck off. at least I didn’t change my sexuality every five minutes”

that’s why we’re best friends.

I woke up with too-bright lights. and some dude leaning over me. I was confused and dizzy and it hurt, but I couldn't figure out how to make that clear. There wear two bands around my wrists, a needle in my hand, and and oxegyn mask I couldn't quite get off. I started crying. hospital is like the shittest rave ever.

tomorrow morning I have to go to hospital to get my wisdom teeth taken away. scary general anesthetic*. gowns that open at the back. sore swollen face. no proper food! mouth tampons!

I'm just telling you now so you can get your sympathy glands in working order.

*it is scary. I watch oprah. I know all about being awake and feeling pain, but being ( Read more... )

my chin is sore, and there's a barely discernable bruise. I assume I did it last night, but I don't remember.

rock and roll motherfuckers