January 2010
28 posts
when I woke I was alive in somebody’s room/I felt life and love and hope infesting my bones/wake up you’ve got a lot of things to do/wake up the sun is rising without you
I am Jill’s full tummy.
I sleep too much.
Never thought I’d say that, but I’m thinking it’s true. Five hours just now, and tonight’s going to suck. So good morning I guess..
Good Afternoon
Just now I woke up, opened the fridge, and found a huge plate of fluffy waffles sitting on the middle shelf completely by themselves. So I decided to spend some time with them, and introduce them to my friends Syrup and The Toaster. :p
So at this very moment,
Jonny Craig is screaming pure emotion into my ears.
Things have been so unusual lately. In a good way though, I think. I felt wonderful just now driving home from Alyssa’s house, and it lasted until I merged and cut some douche off. Anyway, that’s a good sign. I’m still no closer to figuring out what I want however. I wish I knew when I turned into this ridiculously indecisive...
Jolene
I had another one of those moments just now. I hate how brief they are though, like I never recognize them until afterward. Who knew that brown rice was the secret to happiness? ..
Your mother is a vampire
she sucked your old man’s life away.
I hate not knowing I hate not knowing I hate not knowing I hate it.
Well, most of the time.
I am fast forwarding until things are certain.. NOW.
See you in the future fuckfaces!
skeleton key.
I feel like a phase. I just have beginnings with people. No progression or growth, just the start of something, and then it passes. I don’t want to have to put effort into relationships I have. I just want everything to come to me. I know it’s not supposed to be like that, but it would definitely be ideal. I guess because that way rejection can’t exist. Here’s another...
Thank you for Margot
and a hundred thousand times a day
the yellow lights turn red
and a hundred thousand miles away
I’m turning myself in
oh, Christ, I am
It’s scary how much I like this fucking music.
I’m scared that I have everything figured out.
Yesterday morning after I woke up, I was laying in bed and I imagined that I was getting interviewed. I don’t even know why I was getting interviewed or what questions I was asked in particular, but I ended up talking about how I missed being a child. I went on explaining how looking at old family photos makes me sad because of how carefree I was, how it’s so easy to be young, how it...
Stop it!
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Virgin Territory.
Hello.
Glad to be here, I think. So like, am I supposed to tell you about myself or something?
Hello?