My girlfriend and I have a tradition of sharing our dreams when we wake up in the morning. This morning she tells me she dreamed she and her cousin were pregnant in her dream. I told her I couldn't remember mine, because I dreamed I had a threesome with a pair of sisters who were prostitutes, who were hired by my dad to fuck me, and I got off ( Read more... )

I wish my ex-gf didn't hate me. We have so much in common, and she was my best friend for over 3 years, and now? *poof* she's gone. I wish she could realize that me cheating on her had NOTHING to do with her, and everything to do with me. No, I'm not interested in being back with her, as I'm sure she's not interested in being back with me, but I ( Read more... )

When I woke up this morning at Matt's house--by this morning I also mean yesterday morning, since I woke up at 3:33 this morning--(at first I wrote Adam, woah...and then as I wrote Matt's last name my Open Office document popped up. My computer knows when to censor me.), and by woke up at Matt's house, I mean I was sleeping on the recliner I always ( Read more... )

You know what I love? Apparently getting fucking wasted and telling the truth. And my anxiety is as keen as a muthafuckin fighting knife that I wish I could stick right through my chest sometimes, because that would be easier than...all this shit that I've been doing. I wake up in the night, and I feel like, the whole world is right in my plexus ( Read more... )

I am trying extremely hard to not smoke weed for 2 weeks. I just took 1/2 a dropperful of ganja tincture and it made me want to barf. That shit is nasty. I mean, I'll be goddamned. But I suppose puking is even better than lung disease, and I've had a respiratory infection for, ohhhhh i dunno, like a month???? That shit is BUNK. Even one day without ( Read more... )

I've wondered lately where my sense of humour went. Oh sure, my latent sarcasm is, well, latent; but then I realized the increasing amount of heartache I (and people in general,) are forced to bear as we age. My dad told me today that his doctors gave him 18 months to 5 years to live, and a 50/50 chance of a surgery in January maybe alleviating ( Read more... )

Have you heard of that term "softening of the brain"? They used to use it a lot back in the days before the DSM and modern psychology, Marx's father apparently suffered from it. Well, nothing frightens me more. Senility--egad!--what an awful life sentence. My mind now feels like it's going through some strange filtering evolution; things are ( Read more... )

Well isn't this handy? I don't even need to change my avatar because it is mutha-fuckin Christmas. 3 years later, and here I am. Alive, somewhat drunk and looking at 1 more semester of college. This must be the most belated return ever. Good enough, being that I have few expectations of myself anymore. Writer? Ha! More like exhibitionist. Soil ( Read more... )

Guilty Pleasures ( Read more... )

this whole vacation has been an exercise in mind--->alcohol tolerance. many of you may have seen me drunk and/or disorderly in our past-eses, but i swear tuesday's hangover was one of the meanest i've ever experienced. it went a lot like: head pounding, stomach lurching, anxiety beating the shit out of me sort of a thing. i even walked at 11 in ( Read more... )