moon

true science fiction; a man pitted against time questions the unknown, future fears and his own demise.


sam rockwell is much too underestimated.

now 90% more pants shitting

ok, i feel like the last post was still acceptable for this material blog as it talked about getting presents.

but getting back on track.

New pants, that I had a hard time photographing.

they're actually disgusting.

coca cola

How much free coke do you think I would get if I dated the coke guy at work?

Does that count as a good on paper guy?

for me, yes it does.

coke, coke, coke.

coke guy, just do it, I am going to say yes.

spend a night at home and drink some water

ok, in the spirit of being like the only single girl left in the entire WORLD. I am going to make it a habit to escape zorzaville like maybe more than once a week. Ok, I escape like for school and work, shopping and to take the streetcar from my front door to kristen and dan's front door. BUT unless I am going to magically meet my new boyfriend, the one with the modest dick tattoo, I am going to need to leave my room.

So although I have like eighteen thousand other things to do, I am making a habit to go out more and seeing that both of my oh so privillaged roommates have long distance relationships on the go, it's going to be difficult.

This worst part is that this basically contradicts everything that goes through my mind on a daily basis.

autonomy,

its sought after, but hearing that word still makes my stomach turn a little.

GAME TIME

ok, not only is my from dusk till dawn shirt awesome. I am going to bed tonight, turn off the lights and notice a strange glow resonating from the pile of clothes on my chair.

glow in the dark harvey keitel.

wow.