It's not necessarily that I'm uncomfortable. In fact, I'm not.

I'm just uncomfortable with how comfortable I am. If it's this easy and happening this quickly, doesn't that mean I'm doing something wrong?

Posterity will ne'er survey
A nobler scene than this.
Here the bones of Thatcher lay.
Stop traveller, and piss.

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oh yeah that's the thing i didn't mention: i'm still drinking myself to sleep, going through maybe four or five bottles of wine a week. i want to be honest with everyone but i can only be honest with myself, and that makes me angry at the part of me which communicates with everyone. it's not all the nights of wine and roses. actually it kind of is ( Read more... )

( possibly tmi, if you don't want to hear about the birthday sex i didn't have )

So, here's the thing: I wrote a giant, four-page rant a few days ago covering the overwhelming ennui I've been dealing with the last few months which it seems nothing could distract me from for more than its own runtime. In it, I heavily referenced The Wrens' 2003 mopey indie masterpiece, The Meadowlands, wherein the protagonists realise that the ( Read more... )

xin nian kuai le fuckers ( Read more... )

somebody stop me from spending all my money on delicious teas and sexy tea accessories, please

i always thought that drinking things would send me broke but i didn't think it would happen like this

i like dynamic music with fast raps, guitar solos, dreamy melodies, long ambitious composition, internal rhyme schemes, chunky riffs, cool storytelling or neck-snapping drum lines. but usually not all at the same time.

it'd be nice if someone wrote something that did have it all at once and also didn't suck, though.

the only answer to a day like this is swans and gin. time to cry myself to sleep again.

eleven hour retail shift. thirteenth day of work in a row (i finally get tomorrow off, though i'm back on the 27th). also we were the only shop open in walking distance so there was nowhere to get lunch so i didn't eat between breakfast and 9:30 pm. customers were either arseholes or drunk or drunk arseholes. also when i got home my shower was ( Read more... )