nose pierced ( Read more... )

( i'm not ok )

in an effort to pretend i'm not so lonely,
i spent way too much money.
i think it is a horrible idea that i live next to anthropologie, apple, barnes and noble, sephora...
visit me.

unbelievable excitement to ridiculous pain.
and i don't know if i'm ok.

i've never been someone who cares about what other people think,
but i also never realized how much i am disliked.
i really should have stayed in new york.

i was trying to explain falafel to people at work.
and now i can't help but NEED mamoun's. stat.

people are such fucking liars.
i hate my job.
i need to move out.
i need money.
and most of all, i need a stiff drink.

( caution: debbie downer stream of doesn'tmakeanysense consciousness rant )

i am so ridiculously unhappy i could vomit.

and so begins my last week in new york.
at least both my teams are in the superbowl (sorry, linds).
so much to do, so little motivation.