i changed my mind/i guess that's fine.
before i forget: i saw jordan catalano and either kevin bacon or kevin bacon's extreme doppelganger on avenue a (was it a? or b.). this is the second time i have seen jared leto in person. the other time, it was at a sonic youth/bikini kill show when i was thirteen. i touched his hand and ran away. this time we merely made eye contact. he looks terrible, by the way.
so i've been revelling in my newfound internet glory and my a/c and my painted furniture (all of which can be attributed entirely to thomas fane). if it's not too humid today i will paint the drawers.
i bought a jar of pickles yesterday and it's already 3/4 gone.
i am dieting. rather rigorously.
i went over to 779 last night to clean up--the landlord is looking at it today--watch them slap 0329482 fines on us, they are such assholes, but to balance that, so are we. we were all sort of weirded out and emo about it so we stood in a square, all lit cigarettes from the same flame, and rotated them clockwise between drags until they were gone. chris said, "if these walls could talk." indeed. the living room was one of the social epicentres of boston for a whole year, my own bedroom one of the social epicentres of boston drug trade. it's just odd to think that i will never pace the jagged hallway again.
i had an insanely ridiculous allergic reaction in nyc which i can attribute to jeralyn's sheets (not washed in special ashley detergent), the heat, my lack of allergy pills (ran out/forgot), and the change in climate. when i got back to boston it looked like someone had beat the shit out of me. speaking of my trip back to boston, this woman behind me had a 1.5 hour conversation with a man she had broken up with 1.5 months ago. obnoxious. i knew 0298438749032804329 things about her and hadn't seen her face. not to mention that if i want to spend 1.5 hours being distracted from "the best short stories of 1995," i don't want to hear about something as boring as Relationship Issues. not to mention that no one has extensive conversations on public transportation in the first place. i A L M O S T turned around and made her aware of this. i kept coughing, laying my head on the window, tapping on the window, yawning, sighing, etc, but this woman didn't have a clue. once we arrived in boston's chinatown, the fact that she was gorgeous and had nice boobs did nothing to evoke my sympathy.
went to the milky way last night. got upset about something, walked home alone.
east coast summers=extremely humid. am not used to it. my skin bristles at the friction. i had heat-stroke in DC last august.
i adore the internet. i am totally sitting in my living room, smoking a cigarette, in my PJs right now.
i adore the new dresses i got in nyc. i think i'm going to go back to sleep. i can't seem to get enough of it these days.
oh and:
Which Donnie Darko character are you? by Shay
so i've been revelling in my newfound internet glory and my a/c and my painted furniture (all of which can be attributed entirely to thomas fane). if it's not too humid today i will paint the drawers.
i bought a jar of pickles yesterday and it's already 3/4 gone.
i am dieting. rather rigorously.
i went over to 779 last night to clean up--the landlord is looking at it today--watch them slap 0329482 fines on us, they are such assholes, but to balance that, so are we. we were all sort of weirded out and emo about it so we stood in a square, all lit cigarettes from the same flame, and rotated them clockwise between drags until they were gone. chris said, "if these walls could talk." indeed. the living room was one of the social epicentres of boston for a whole year, my own bedroom one of the social epicentres of boston drug trade. it's just odd to think that i will never pace the jagged hallway again.
i had an insanely ridiculous allergic reaction in nyc which i can attribute to jeralyn's sheets (not washed in special ashley detergent), the heat, my lack of allergy pills (ran out/forgot), and the change in climate. when i got back to boston it looked like someone had beat the shit out of me. speaking of my trip back to boston, this woman behind me had a 1.5 hour conversation with a man she had broken up with 1.5 months ago. obnoxious. i knew 0298438749032804329 things about her and hadn't seen her face. not to mention that if i want to spend 1.5 hours being distracted from "the best short stories of 1995," i don't want to hear about something as boring as Relationship Issues. not to mention that no one has extensive conversations on public transportation in the first place. i A L M O S T turned around and made her aware of this. i kept coughing, laying my head on the window, tapping on the window, yawning, sighing, etc, but this woman didn't have a clue. once we arrived in boston's chinatown, the fact that she was gorgeous and had nice boobs did nothing to evoke my sympathy.
went to the milky way last night. got upset about something, walked home alone.
east coast summers=extremely humid. am not used to it. my skin bristles at the friction. i had heat-stroke in DC last august.
i adore the internet. i am totally sitting in my living room, smoking a cigarette, in my PJs right now.
i adore the new dresses i got in nyc. i think i'm going to go back to sleep. i can't seem to get enough of it these days.
oh and:
Which Donnie Darko character are you? by Shay