what this says about our relationship, or her as a person, but this made me think of Amanda.


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I just did the laundry and dishes, after getting home from buying 81 dollars worth of shit for the cats and dog. I decided to take some "me" time and sit outside with my iced coffee, cigarettes, and sodoku. I was rewarded by something flying in my ear. It itches. I want it to leave now.

My girlfriend brought home this:


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Anxiety is starting to take over. May 31st marks the day that the government will no longer be offering any assistance financially in my life pursuits. Rent is high, jobs are scarce, and I have no idea how to transition. One day, I'm a student, and the next, I'm completely reliant on my own skills in order to make a living, but there's no time in ( Read more... )

Today, I was outside smoking a cigarette and sipping my morning drip coffee, when I heard the familiar buzzing of our not so friendly neighborhood tormentor--the bee. Typically, I do the female thing and jump out of my seat, waving my hands frantically, while my voice goes up a pitch or two--but not this time. I was too fucking lazy to get up so I ( Read more... )

alien parts strung together, all erratic and sporadic. Limbs once were, now no more. Tentacles instead of arms, antenna for ears. When will this strange feeling depart--when will the whole return. Spitting and spewing--this anger's too much. It pretends to be my best friend, a light on my path, a warm embrace--but I know the truth: it's feasting on ( Read more... )

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