I have too much food in me
I've been cheering up lately, which is good. College stuff still sends me into a fit of despair, though. People, will you come to my house and tie my down and rape me, except instead of doing that, make me draw or photograph you? It would really make the whole world easier for me right now.
I just ate six cubic inches of gluten free brownie, and am too full.
Day before yesterday Bowen came to visit. He brought his friend Brooke, who I enjoyed the company of immensely. Jessie gave Brooke a hair cut, which made it look much less like crazy old lady hair. It looks quite good now, actually. Lookin' good, Brooke! Tuesday night was solstice and was the most alcoholic so far; I attribute that to the fact that we're all getting older and more loose and irresponsible, or at least I am. Is that a good thing? I don't know. I stayed up all night, which was exceedingly difficult considering I'd slept two hours the night before, and one hour the night before that, but I haven't slept on solstice in at least five years, and I don't intend to start now. I've been really really bad at sleeping this past week. I don't know what's wrong with me. Actually, this is really a problem, not knowing what's wrong. I need to spend less time thinking about it and more time making it right.
I made a mix CD of elementary freak folk for all my adult friends. There are nineteen tracks, and it's entitled "Some New Folk For The Old Folks" and each CD has a drawing of a middle aged person frowning at a CD while standing next to a turntable, and thinking, "why doesn't it work".
Today is Jojo's birthday. Happy Birthday Jojo!
This is the first time in my life I've had three impossible crushes at the same time, and no one obsessed about me. It is hard.
I just ate six cubic inches of gluten free brownie, and am too full.
Day before yesterday Bowen came to visit. He brought his friend Brooke, who I enjoyed the company of immensely. Jessie gave Brooke a hair cut, which made it look much less like crazy old lady hair. It looks quite good now, actually. Lookin' good, Brooke! Tuesday night was solstice and was the most alcoholic so far; I attribute that to the fact that we're all getting older and more loose and irresponsible, or at least I am. Is that a good thing? I don't know. I stayed up all night, which was exceedingly difficult considering I'd slept two hours the night before, and one hour the night before that, but I haven't slept on solstice in at least five years, and I don't intend to start now. I've been really really bad at sleeping this past week. I don't know what's wrong with me. Actually, this is really a problem, not knowing what's wrong. I need to spend less time thinking about it and more time making it right.
I made a mix CD of elementary freak folk for all my adult friends. There are nineteen tracks, and it's entitled "Some New Folk For The Old Folks" and each CD has a drawing of a middle aged person frowning at a CD while standing next to a turntable, and thinking, "why doesn't it work".
Today is Jojo's birthday. Happy Birthday Jojo!
This is the first time in my life I've had three impossible crushes at the same time, and no one obsessed about me. It is hard.