October 2010
Dear Morrissey?
Do you think of me, like I dream of you?
hahahahahaha
Lazy Bones
I am curled up rereading The Deathly Hallows with Dobby on my lap after taking a long nap. Good times.
Sigh.
I want to go back to school. So very badly.
Five facts that you’d like to share about...
1. I never finish an entire beverage.
2. I have problems with anxiety. Everyday.
3. I’ve lived five different places in three years.
4. I’m quitting one of my jobs today, because I’m emotionally and mentally exhausted and the money isn’t worth it anymore.
5. I’m almost always cold.
Ahhh
After eleven days working in a row, and one more day tomorrow, I am exhaustipated. And three hours on my rad new back piece didn’t help. I can’t wait until Gonzofest tomorrow and my day off Sunday.
RANT
I fucking hate men. I fucking deplore the mornings when I walk from my car to work because the construction workers feel the need to express themselves through disgusting cat-calls and wolf-whistles.
I hate walking back from Mag because of the moron who lives next door who thinks it’s ok to yell at me the whole walk to my house. I hate being nervous going to the local gas station at night...
“That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by...”
– Rhett Butler
How can you live with someone and yet still feel alone?
“The seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver...”
