Confessions
T. Rex makes me want to shoot heroin.
I'm graduating this spring, and I can't wait to move back to Portland.
I'm directing my first production of the graphic novel "The Virgin Project", and I may be fucked.
I got choked onstage by my lover and partner during rehearsal, and all I could think of was my brother doing the same thing in high school during rehearsal. I secretly hate him for this.
I lost my virginity at 15, but at least he scored over 1400 on his SAT's.
I clean out my pores with a magnifier mirror every other night.
I'm torn between becoming my mother and my farther, so that makes my mental state their marriage.
I'm still surprised when I see my tats in the shower.
I smoke weed with my parents.
I'm convinced my left-handedness will lead me to future permanent schizophrenia.
I walk around with "Road to Nowhere" by the talking heads on repeat in my head.
I don't worry about the distant future, because it's certain we'll all be dead.
I can't describe my outlook on life without being put on suicide watch.
I'm prepared for the inevitable outcome that my brother and I will be distant relatives in our later 20's.
I look forward to each coming day more than ever before in my life.
"But it really doesn't matter. No, life's a gas. I hope it's gonna last."- Marc Bolan
I'm graduating this spring, and I can't wait to move back to Portland.
I'm directing my first production of the graphic novel "The Virgin Project", and I may be fucked.
I got choked onstage by my lover and partner during rehearsal, and all I could think of was my brother doing the same thing in high school during rehearsal. I secretly hate him for this.
I lost my virginity at 15, but at least he scored over 1400 on his SAT's.
I clean out my pores with a magnifier mirror every other night.
I'm torn between becoming my mother and my farther, so that makes my mental state their marriage.
I'm still surprised when I see my tats in the shower.
I smoke weed with my parents.
I'm convinced my left-handedness will lead me to future permanent schizophrenia.
I walk around with "Road to Nowhere" by the talking heads on repeat in my head.
I don't worry about the distant future, because it's certain we'll all be dead.
I can't describe my outlook on life without being put on suicide watch.
I'm prepared for the inevitable outcome that my brother and I will be distant relatives in our later 20's.
I look forward to each coming day more than ever before in my life.
"But it really doesn't matter. No, life's a gas. I hope it's gonna last."- Marc Bolan