Wouldn't mama be proud?
32,000: number of UC students that I want dead, because they're all fucking retarded and ruin this neighborhood for me.
439: Roughly the number of times I have said "I want to die" in the last three weeks and, roughly, meant it.
28: number of days of working as a downtrodden, horribly overworked sales monkey at Cirque du Soleil.
14: number of hours since said job ended.
12: number of meals I have been able to keep down in the last three weeks.
8: number of months I have been out on my own.
4: number of times a week that the fucking next door neighbors wake me up playing cornhole.
3: number of weeks since I had my heart ripped out and devoured by wolves.
2.2: number of weeks since I fucked yet someone else who doesn't love me because I thought it would be a nice distraction.
It wasn't.
2: number of weeks since I have had time to even do my laundry.
2: number of years until my best friend, Hayley Duncan, gets married to her wonderful boyfriend, Sean Blake.
They're engaged; what the fuck?
1 month since I started my first book.
1 hour until I go on another date with a 28 year old to distract myself from my life and everything in it.
1 hour since I got a new, really promising job at Lance's Art Supply Store on Calhoun.
1 year until I can start leaving everything behind.
Whooop.
439: Roughly the number of times I have said "I want to die" in the last three weeks and, roughly, meant it.
28: number of days of working as a downtrodden, horribly overworked sales monkey at Cirque du Soleil.
14: number of hours since said job ended.
12: number of meals I have been able to keep down in the last three weeks.
8: number of months I have been out on my own.
4: number of times a week that the fucking next door neighbors wake me up playing cornhole.
3: number of weeks since I had my heart ripped out and devoured by wolves.
2.2: number of weeks since I fucked yet someone else who doesn't love me because I thought it would be a nice distraction.
It wasn't.
2: number of weeks since I have had time to even do my laundry.
2: number of years until my best friend, Hayley Duncan, gets married to her wonderful boyfriend, Sean Blake.
They're engaged; what the fuck?
1 month since I started my first book.
1 hour until I go on another date with a 28 year old to distract myself from my life and everything in it.
1 hour since I got a new, really promising job at Lance's Art Supply Store on Calhoun.
1 year until I can start leaving everything behind.
Whooop.