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cooking spaghetti.
i had a dream i met paul simon in DisneyWorld in a shop that sold bondage gear. he would not sign my autograph...i was very upset by this. he took my hands and slapped my friend i was with with my own hands...the fuck?
spaghetti from a can tastes like snot and boogers. that is all.
living with my room-mates is probably the best experience of my life, considering when the power went out last night, they lit some candles and pulled out cranium and doughnuts. it's like i'm in a little family unit. i can do what i want, but at the same time i'm not terribly alone either.
i just noticed the date, and saw how the fifth day of may quickly approaches. nothing has ever been so far removed from it's original meaning. how do you tell someone you feel sorry for them because their existence has become meaningless and pathetic? oh, yeah. you don't. you just go along being unbelievably awesome and laugh at them under your breath.
i've been reverted back to before it all happened, to when i was cold and malicious and sneering. iit's like, my heart got poured out, hot and beating and then there's nothing warm left. there's no compassion, there's no hope for you, there's nothing. there's just disdain and disgust which is how it should have remained all along. i got tricked, and it was silly.
i am finally back to what i was before. exxxxxxcellent.
anna's birthday turned out okay after all, i think, and i hope she still loves me. though if people don't stop talkin' shit i may have to lay the smack down upon them...and i can, and will, do it.
so i think this dude really likes me, the one from a previous post, but i essentially told him straight up that he would probably need therapy if he decided he wants to date me for real. i also have made clear i don't really want a boyfriend right now, or possibly ever, so if he sticks around i guess he's legit.
i had a dream i met paul simon in DisneyWorld in a shop that sold bondage gear. he would not sign my autograph...i was very upset by this. he took my hands and slapped my friend i was with with my own hands...the fuck?
spaghetti from a can tastes like snot and boogers. that is all.
living with my room-mates is probably the best experience of my life, considering when the power went out last night, they lit some candles and pulled out cranium and doughnuts. it's like i'm in a little family unit. i can do what i want, but at the same time i'm not terribly alone either.
i just noticed the date, and saw how the fifth day of may quickly approaches. nothing has ever been so far removed from it's original meaning. how do you tell someone you feel sorry for them because their existence has become meaningless and pathetic? oh, yeah. you don't. you just go along being unbelievably awesome and laugh at them under your breath.
i've been reverted back to before it all happened, to when i was cold and malicious and sneering. iit's like, my heart got poured out, hot and beating and then there's nothing warm left. there's no compassion, there's no hope for you, there's nothing. there's just disdain and disgust which is how it should have remained all along. i got tricked, and it was silly.
i am finally back to what i was before. exxxxxxcellent.
anna's birthday turned out okay after all, i think, and i hope she still loves me. though if people don't stop talkin' shit i may have to lay the smack down upon them...and i can, and will, do it.
so i think this dude really likes me, the one from a previous post, but i essentially told him straight up that he would probably need therapy if he decided he wants to date me for real. i also have made clear i don't really want a boyfriend right now, or possibly ever, so if he sticks around i guess he's legit.