fuck your stupid fucking christmas.

take me back to the orange trees and writing poems while listening to the forrest gump soundtrack.

fuck 2007.

i rode my bike to the hills of dolores park after a long day of working retail, a hellish 8 hour nightmare, to me. i passed by the clusters of People My Age, who surrounded themselves by bicycles and empty beer cans. i headed for the top of the loneliest hill, where the grass comes in patches and you can see the sad dry dirt between the strands of ( Read more... )

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i know i'm not the ONLY person who felt the earthquake at 4:45 am...

so after what feels like years of being out of service, not being able to swallow, and having plant life at the back of my throat (katherine and i took pictures and i was going to post them, but i just looked at them i wanted to throw up, so i decided to spare you all)... im starting to get better!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! after 2 misdiagnoses, yesterday, ( Read more... )

i had faith that the cars would wait as i crossed the street to avoid the sprinklers spraying the sidewalk with powerful gusts that hissed; the mist still powdered my face. it was eight in the morning. eight in the morning. and the fog had settled in already, hovering over the sunken expanse of cement and benches and trees and modern architecture. ( Read more... )

as my friends were busy coupling up, i sat alone at the bar sipping my watered down vodka tonic. i asked the bartender, don't you have an obligation to lonely people? and he laughs and says you dont strike me as the lonely type. and i dont humor him with a smile or a laugh, i just sit there, bitterly, drinking my bitter drink. and then some guy ( Read more... )

yay!!! i just finished a 10 page paper on "The Neverending Story"! who the hell writes a ten page paper on the "The Neverending Story, you ask??? ME!!! and its fucking awesome.

i could have never done it without my luck dragon and his sexual innuendos(not what the paper is about):

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