Stupid fucked-up dreams plaguing my conscious thoughts for HOURS after I've woken up. May or may not be significant, but God. Is it too much to ask for my bullshit personal drama to stay inside my head? Just wanna have a normal day here, please and thank you.

So apparently TV's "Real American Stories" was gonna feature an interview with LL Cool J as given to Sarah Palin. Except his interview was not in fact given to Sarah Palin; it was given to someone else two years ago. Obviously he raised holy hell when he realized Fox was touting that interview as something else entirely. Fox obliged him and removed ( Read more... )

I am going to be BETTER, god dammit. Better at all the things I've stopped being good at or want to be good at for once. It's long past time for a fresh start. This shit is not beyond me. I can totally do this.

I CAN AND WILL BE A BETTER SONIA. Starting right the fuck now.

It's a stupid, stupid day. For various reasons, mostly because of the weather which is NASTY AWFUL EVIL FREEZING GODLESS BULLSHIT and I'm SO over it ( Read more... )

No interwebs at the new hizzy + a busted-ass laptop = a very unhappy Sonia. We're cool now, though ( Read more... )

I can't help but miss the man you used to be. The man who read me Ikkyu in bed, who took me out for dinner, who fetched me truffles while I lay around doing drugs, who left me jewelry in the fridge at work where he knew I'd find it the next morning...the man who made love to me like the world was ending.

What happened to him?

What happened to you

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet

Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet

Only when I stop to think about it...

I hate everything about you

Why do I love you?

LIFE IS HAPPENING ( Read more... )

I am so forgiving it makes me sick.

To a point it is indisputably a virtue. But past that point it is self destructive.

There just HAS to be a limit for this sort of thing. Who the hell am I? Jesus??

I must quit this tendency or let it eventually break me. I see no other option. I refuse to be a martyr.

Using Ian's lappy at his work because he has mine. It, my camera, my phone, and my iPod all crashed simultaneously. So it goes ( Read more... )