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If I die in the immediate future-and there’s always a chance I could--I hope to be found on the MyDeathSpace index. I’m just throwing that out there; I wouldn’t want there to be a Schiavo-esque debate over my last wishes. I insist upon being featured on the site, so that I may forever be reduced to whichever stereotype I’ve perpetuated upon myself ( Read more... )

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Everybody in my first class laughs at everything. I wrote down, in bold letters, in my notebook: "I want to kill their joy."

On a whim I applied to work at Sunrise Cinemas before seeing 2046, and I was interviewed on the spot. The job is just about mine if I want it, but I'd rather not make that leap now. I think I'll stay working at Barnie's for ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt I was shoplifting from a bookstore. Earlier this evening, I was howling at my family, throwing tantrums and threatening suicide. I'm watching myself, as if in a documentary, spilling chocolate milk all over the floor, wailing like a seal with it's fins cut off. "I'm going to swallow thirty asprins!" or something to that affect ( Read more... )