December 2nd

I know it's natural and human and all that, but I hate saying it anyway because I'm not a goddamn bro and I really do just want love more than anything else... but I am furiously sexually frustrated lately. I wish there were anything I could do about it, but I live an isolated life, I'm not on social media, I'm ugly, I don't think I ( Read more... )

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Wednesday, December 2nd

After being forced away from Canada and making my defeated return to Schenectady, I involuntarily spent about five days without any real human contact, only kept company and comforted by a space heater and binge-watching episodes of Daria, where fictional characters made me feel less alone than most real human beings in my ( Read more... )

Friday, December 19thNuggets for breakfast. An unnecessary trip to TCBY. A drive to Albany, partly thanks to how altruistic Matt is and partly due to how bored he was. I hung out with Dana, her boyfriend, and their cat, Freakshow, at their house that day, talking about nothing, me being forced to share my horror stories with them, and watching ( Read more... )

As if the overwhelming guilt over knowing I'm one of a very small percentage of people not doing anything on the last night of the year were not enough, I also feel like I'm going to vomit and diarrhea simultaneously at any moment. I don't know if it's something that's manifesting from the fear of a new year and the discomfort of ending this awful ( Read more... )

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My last two nights of 2010 were spent at home for the most part. Sometimes going outside, but not for more than a half hour or for some stupid errand. That Thursday, Tia and Bianca kept calling, asking if I wanted to hang out, but I was expecting to see Tara that night, so I didn't know what to say. After I figured out when she'd be over, I told ( Read more... )

My Last.fm page.

I'm pretty sure these lists are only somewhat accurate, since my Last.fm never wants to scrobble my iPod when I plug it in.

Top fifteen artists:01.) Owen (469 plays ( Read more... )

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First, a stupid New Year meme...
2009, summarized by the first sentence of the first entry of every month:
January: "I started writing this around 10PM on New Years Eve, then stopped. I couldn't find the energy to finish it for some reason. I just wanted to sit, I guess."
February: "Tara and I sat around waiting on Friday until around 1:30 for my ( Read more... )