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Heartaches and Pill Boxes

June 1st, 2006 (01:35 am)

Yesterday: Went to Nate's to take him his things. Discovered some half naked fat whore in his bed. Emphasis on fat. Didn't kill her, surprisingly. I did manage to leave a present in her front seat though. And somehow, he still has hope for us.

Today: The confidence to wear a super mini skirt, I cut bangs and purchased Nutella. 200 calories per 2 tablespoons. My dog had another heart attack/heat stroke thing. Lance calls it Vapor Lock. I call it fat ass syndrome.

Tomorrow: A punk show in Keg City with the Giles. I hope Tim isn't killed, that wouldn't be good for anyone.


May 31st, 2006 (01:01 am)

current location: The bottom of a chick-fil-a cup
current mood: Headachey
current song: Late night sex commercials

Another skinhead? Uh oh.
This cannot be good.

Slept in the graveyard

May 30th, 2006 (12:47 am)

current location: Fair Fuckin Play
current mood: predatory
current song: The Snores of a sleeping household

A bottle of tequila, a sunburn and unemployment.
Summer has begun.

PS. I found a roommate at Loyola. Her name is Brittany. She loves Courtney Love and hair dye. Could this be the end of times????????? You tell me all knowing Dan Brown.

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May 18th, 2006 (12:05 am)

current location: Borneo
current mood: Nicked and Split
current song: Fever by Judas Priest

I saw a man tonight from across a crowded, smokey bar. He was absolutely beautiful. We made eye contact twelve times. It was almost like I was in a Neil Young song, despite the fact that the Yeah Yeah Yeahs were blaring.

Nine days left and I'm turning into wreckless youth. Thank god, it's finally happened.

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April 20th, 2006 (10:55 pm)
current location: In a hive of killer bees
current song: Helena by The Misfits

Happy Birthday Hitler!
Happy Smot Poking Day!
Happy Columbine Shooting Day!

Anything else happen today I should be aware of?

We're drowning in roses

April 19th, 2006 (08:27 pm)

current location: Fetal Position
current mood: blah
current song: Nothing Else Matters by Bif Naked

How to make a Jessie

1 part jealousy

3 parts brilliance

1 part joy
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Serve with a slice of lustfulness and a pinch of salt. Yum!


Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

+I keep having sexual fantasies about gay men.
+I'm not alone, but I am lonely.
+Bif Naked albums on repeat
+Pissed off that I may be too poor to go to college
+It's too hard to breathe anymore
+Haven't started that fucking paper yet
+Going to New York in 2 days for the Shakespeare competition

Life is ours, we live it our way.

Bloody Marys for breakfast anyone?

April 18th, 2006 (12:58 am)

current location: Evil Dorm Hell
current mood: another week
current song: Amber's folk rock

New Orleans was incredible.
My dad got wasted. The school was beautiful. And there were plenty of strippers to go around.

Here's a few highlights in clickable thumbnail form...

Show Me Where the Light Is

April 13th, 2006 (04:06 pm)

current location: Audio Ecstacy
current mood: I am a pillar of salt
current song: Turn Into by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Prom went surprisingly well. My outfit could not be described with words alone. Who knew the heroin addicted love child of Johnny Thunders and Courtney Love would be such a hit?

Pictures can be found at www.myspace.com/missfuckingworld

John Patrick Shanley was amazing to say the least. It would be a crime against humanity for him to stop writing. He'll be in NOLA filming a movie this fall, and it just so happens that's where I'll be at that very time. Perhaps we'll cross paths again.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Cat Power's new albums are magnificent. Fine additions to the traveling music for this evening's eight and a half hour drive.

To New Orleans I go...

I can't seem to make it through Sundays

April 3rd, 2006 (08:52 pm)

current location: Maggie's Heart
current mood: Peaches and Cream
current song: Real Live Bleeding Fingers and Broken Guitar Strings

It's been a beautiful day.
Warm and windy.

My hair is black and quite wonderful if I may say so.

Loyola is giving me a $14,500 a year scholarship, plus
the currently undetermined need-based aid.

My mom was so happy she cried.
My dad bitched about my hair.
What an asshole.

I'm going to New Orleans. It's final.
Everyone is welcome to stay for Mardi Gras.
I'll make gumbo and we can get all sauced up.

My brother took me thrift shopping and out for Japanese food.

Who ever said Mondays were always terrible?

It was just a way to see you smile

March 30th, 2006 (09:58 pm)

current location: Warsaw
current mood: in need
current song: Your Blues by Destroyer

I've just returned from the hospital where I left Maggie
writhing in pain. They wouldn't let me stay. As she lay
there answering the standard sex, drugs and rock n roll
questions railed off by the intern, I realized I could
have answered yes to most if not all of them. What sort
of shape would I have been in if that was me on that
bed tonight? I've got to clear up my head. I've got to
take care of myself. I've got to stop making these empty
oaths of self improvement. Nobody changes, not even for
themselves. To save themselves.

On the lighter side of things, I was officially accepted
into UNC-Asheville today. If all else fails, I can move to
Asheville and hang out with dykes. Everything suits me to
an extent.