Saturday, January 23, 2010
smoker's cough
GOOD FINDS.
1)VHS FACE OFF
2)VHS PRETTY IN PINK
3)HARDCOVER EDITION- ALEX GARLAND'S THE BEACH- NEVER BEEN READ
4)DARKLY DREAMING DEXTER- NEVER BEEN READ
AND.......
value village shopping trip today.
these are undergoing a shared custody hearing.
1)VHS FACE OFF
2)VHS PRETTY IN PINK
3)HARDCOVER EDITION- ALEX GARLAND'S THE BEACH- NEVER BEEN READ
4)DARKLY DREAMING DEXTER- NEVER BEEN READ
AND.......
value village shopping trip today.
these are undergoing a shared custody hearing.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
sleeping with someone i no longer love
my bed is the size of a room and I fill one eighth of it.
solutions for the sleep deprived:
johnson's babytime lotion
that's all I bought today. 8 dolla to sleep like a baby, I hope it's true.
solutions for the sleep deprived:
johnson's babytime lotion
that's all I bought today. 8 dolla to sleep like a baby, I hope it's true.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
FUCK THE MAIL SYSTEM
SERIOUSLY.
MAIL MAN YOU ARE LOOSING ANY FAITH THAT I HAD LEFT FOR YOU.
my mail man is probably newly outfitted with a graf orlock t-shirt with michael douglas' face plastered to the front of it. His wife is wearing Harvey Keitel, that bitch.
where is my package.
MAIL MAN YOU ARE LOOSING ANY FAITH THAT I HAD LEFT FOR YOU.
my mail man is probably newly outfitted with a graf orlock t-shirt with michael douglas' face plastered to the front of it. His wife is wearing Harvey Keitel, that bitch.
where is my package.
Monday, January 18, 2010
why she swallows bullets
I am having a war with time again.
It's 12:30 and i feel like the last 12 hours passed and left me behind.
I wish it was 12 hours ago again. I wish it was a year ago again. Or maybe 4 years ago again. I feel such an anxiety about time. I never used to feel this way, but i feel like amongst all the things that happened in the last three years, what I really lost in the end is not things, belongings, my apartment, people who resided within the walls, just time.
and now i have this loss that demands I make up for it.
maybe i will roll into bed and forget or maybe i can wake up and keep in time with tomorrow's 12 hours of work.
i can hope.
It's 12:30 and i feel like the last 12 hours passed and left me behind.
I wish it was 12 hours ago again. I wish it was a year ago again. Or maybe 4 years ago again. I feel such an anxiety about time. I never used to feel this way, but i feel like amongst all the things that happened in the last three years, what I really lost in the end is not things, belongings, my apartment, people who resided within the walls, just time.
and now i have this loss that demands I make up for it.
maybe i will roll into bed and forget or maybe i can wake up and keep in time with tomorrow's 12 hours of work.
i can hope.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
and it's freedom in my arms
Spent my entire day building miniature cardboard furniture and listening to black metal which then just turned into a danzig marathon some how.
I want to live in there. In my miniature cardboard world. Who wouldn't want to live in a house bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.
I hope most people share my lust for this or my piece will fail miserably when it shows in april.
and failing in april translates into "you're just not ready for life and the real world". Right out of the mouth of my thesis advisor.
How I do not have a heart attack every day of my life is beyond me.
I kind of do.
I want to live in there. In my miniature cardboard world. Who wouldn't want to live in a house bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.
I hope most people share my lust for this or my piece will fail miserably when it shows in april.
and failing in april translates into "you're just not ready for life and the real world". Right out of the mouth of my thesis advisor.
How I do not have a heart attack every day of my life is beyond me.
I kind of do.
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