authentic queers and phony virgins.
well i guess my last attempt to resurrect this journal failed, so here's another:
people told me, when everything was going consistently and dramatically wrong last spring, that it would get easier and that shit would stop falling apart all the goddamn time. it didn't. not at all. but i've gotten a hell of a lot better at dealing with it. and i've come to the realization that shit is going to keep hitting the fan pretty much perpetually, forever, and awesome and glorious afternoons and evenings will sometimes occur, but i'm gunna have to learn how to live a happy and productive life within the confines of chaos and tragedy. WHAT AN UPPER I AM!
anywho! i'm here at work, where i've been working since the beginning of the summer. i work here every week day from 9 or 9:30 or 10 to 1 or 2 or 3 or 4. and then i go to school in the afternoon/evening. it's kind of hectic but it's better than sitting on my ass in my apartment eating double chocolate milanos for months at a time. or is it? right now i could seriously use a cookie.
i'm playing a show tomorrow night in philly at the fire. 412 girard ave. if you're a philly kid with a yen to see my pretty face you should come. playing with matttheknife/landis' band and nanuchka!
i'm gunna stop just reading the internet like a lame internet lurking stalking loser and start posting and posting and posting! I WANNA BE PART OF THE SOLUTION.
been considering which of my behaviors i should put a cap on as to slow (or gasp! even halt) the exodus of people i seriously care about from my life. after much consideration i’ve decided i’m doing pretty okay and everyone who runs screaming from my life should take a fucking chill pill. this paragraph is pretty much just bullshit seeing as there aren’t that many people who run screaming from my life, the phrase run screaming is a gross overstatement, any situation that might resemble the aforementioned overstatement has serious and important context to consider and has been pretty short-lived. but shit still hurts my feelings, fellas, so maybe YOU should put a cap on it! is it possible that i’ve had too much coffee this morning?
i saw a subway conductor get punched in the face a couple of mornings ago. violence in the morning is particularly unnerving. i was thinking about how much i like fighting and how much i used to hate being a person of ‘a substantial height and girth’ and how i wished that i was a small girl. but i take it back, its more important to be able to pin somebody to the floor.
p.s. whoever knows where the phrase that my subject line comes from wins nothing but my admiration. do you know? impress me with your knowledge.
people told me, when everything was going consistently and dramatically wrong last spring, that it would get easier and that shit would stop falling apart all the goddamn time. it didn't. not at all. but i've gotten a hell of a lot better at dealing with it. and i've come to the realization that shit is going to keep hitting the fan pretty much perpetually, forever, and awesome and glorious afternoons and evenings will sometimes occur, but i'm gunna have to learn how to live a happy and productive life within the confines of chaos and tragedy. WHAT AN UPPER I AM!
anywho! i'm here at work, where i've been working since the beginning of the summer. i work here every week day from 9 or 9:30 or 10 to 1 or 2 or 3 or 4. and then i go to school in the afternoon/evening. it's kind of hectic but it's better than sitting on my ass in my apartment eating double chocolate milanos for months at a time. or is it? right now i could seriously use a cookie.
i'm playing a show tomorrow night in philly at the fire. 412 girard ave. if you're a philly kid with a yen to see my pretty face you should come. playing with matttheknife/landis' band and nanuchka!
i'm gunna stop just reading the internet like a lame internet lurking stalking loser and start posting and posting and posting! I WANNA BE PART OF THE SOLUTION.
been considering which of my behaviors i should put a cap on as to slow (or gasp! even halt) the exodus of people i seriously care about from my life. after much consideration i’ve decided i’m doing pretty okay and everyone who runs screaming from my life should take a fucking chill pill. this paragraph is pretty much just bullshit seeing as there aren’t that many people who run screaming from my life, the phrase run screaming is a gross overstatement, any situation that might resemble the aforementioned overstatement has serious and important context to consider and has been pretty short-lived. but shit still hurts my feelings, fellas, so maybe YOU should put a cap on it! is it possible that i’ve had too much coffee this morning?
i saw a subway conductor get punched in the face a couple of mornings ago. violence in the morning is particularly unnerving. i was thinking about how much i like fighting and how much i used to hate being a person of ‘a substantial height and girth’ and how i wished that i was a small girl. but i take it back, its more important to be able to pin somebody to the floor.
p.s. whoever knows where the phrase that my subject line comes from wins nothing but my admiration. do you know? impress me with your knowledge.