when you're your own thinspiration.
i was twenty once.

I got completely, and totally, blown off by my coworkers tonight, and this isn't just me talking crazy, insecure person shit. I mean, even the most well-adjusted person out there would consider themselves to have been blown off. It feels pretty crappy, no surprise there. I'm amazed that I still long to be part of the cool kids club. That my ( Read more... )

I said I would write a livejournal entry today, so here goes. This morning someone stole my breakfast. I was at Amy's Bread in Chelsea Market waiting for my latte, and when I got my latte I turned around and my bag of scone and jam was gone. It just vanished! Not my laptop, not my purse, but rather my breakfast. Bewildered, I told the counter staff ( Read more... )

I am really not sure about Halloween. In theory, I'm a huge fan. At least, I used to be a huge fan. I like the whole costumes thing and the hanging out with friends thing and the general marauding thing, but in the long run, I think I'm sort of over Halloween.

Lately I've discovered something very sad: I cannot drink as much as I used to. This ( Read more... )

Every few months I tend to post something long and rambling that deals with how depressed I am. I suppose it's that time again. I just read an article in The New York Times titled "Harry Potter is their Peter Pan," and the bulk of the article deals with the general sense of nostalgia that is apparently felt by generation Y. "They're twenty- ( Read more... )

I just went out to get my lunch and I saw something I had never seen before: an orthodox pan handler. He was wearing a black, velvet kippah and his tzitzit were hanging out. He held a sign that said, "I lost my job. My wife is sick. My mother died." He looked so sad and broken, and he was rocking back and forth on his heels as if in prayer. I ( Read more... )

It has been a strange few days. The weirdness doesn't seem to be letting up. It is both comforting and disconcerting to find such pleasure in the flux.

I had to make an emergency journey to the far reaches of central MA without a car, and it took me about two days to get there. Three trains, two subways, one kindly family friend with a car, and I ( Read more... )

I went to bed at 8:00pm tonight, and basically fell asleep on top of eelang because I'm a jerk who didn't feel well and had a bad case of the shits. That's right, the shits. I'm saying it, and I'm not using a cut. Like bogged said, I've broken some kind of BM boundary, and now everyone should talk freely about their poop on LJ! Anyway...

Guys, I have been ( Read more... )

( TMI )

These past few days have been very hard. Inexplicably so. I suppose I write in this journal as a means of release sometimes. I've kept journals, in various forms, for as long as I can remember. Usually my entries were spurred by anger or sadness, sometimes by desire. I remember having my mother write a journal entry for me because I was too little ( Read more... )