January 2008
there is a problem here
i don’t remember things.
you know...
you were the first love and you’re still in my head and i know you’re confusing and we know it didn’t work and i want to know could it work ? because honestly, i could tell the world.
^_^
i’m not asian.
provoked
government cheese. lets all dance, and take photographs, and sleep under fake stars. lets make a tent, in my back yard, and eat mud pies for breakfast. lets put glitter in our hair.
GOD HATES ME
fucking bronchitis, great. i probably stole it from molly. kathy, raincheck on that slumber party, forrealz. i have to go hack up a lung.
project runway
bubble bath, hot tea. this is what i’ve needed. thank you god, for snow.
it just looks like a black man wearing red lipstick and gold paint
– kimjack
i look like a dead girl
gross. re-animated corpse. i need tea.
confusion
brought on by the uncertainty of my future, the mixed emotions that are always present [but somehow more so when i’m upset] my job search which is going not so well dizziness from not eating the fact that i am actually sick, for once. all of this plus the fact that i really can’t take any more shit from anyone. fuck everything, and come hold me you douchebag.
if there were no pants, it would definitely have been sex.
– jaid! at the disco
i hate getting phone calls
just the kind that worry me. the kind that let me know someone i care about is in fucking shock trauma. too much shit at once.
fingertip to painted lip
i haven’t been able to collect enough thoughts to blog in a while. it’s funny, the things that make you think about life. the other day someone i really couldn’t care less about insulted me, and in that insult somewhere was buried the phrase “you’ll never do anything with your fucking life”. which, i then realized, is probably true. oh darlings, wouldn’t...
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