Umm, it's been a while ( Read more... )

Last night I stepped outside with my roommate while he smoked in hopes of seeing the neighborhood fat cat. Instead, I stepped on something crunchy and thought it was either a piece of glass or a crunchy leaf. Upon closer discovery, the crunched thing was much more intricate than either a glass or a leaf, it turned out to be a snail. I squashed it ( Read more... )

I woke up at eight in the morning today and told myself that if I made it down the winding stairs into the basement, than that would be a sign of sobriety. I did make it, but was definitely not sober. Last night we had the welcoming dinner for visiting students from Hertford and Christ Church. All done in an old 19th century dining hall, ( Read more... )

So the eyesight hasn't declined completely, which is nice. Today was the first time in my life that a tattoo made me melancholy. Went to visit Kimmie at Bluestockings, was delivered a fantastic fucking coffee and in return obliged with a back massage entertaining all of Stanton Street. Upon introduction to a co-volunteer I was shown a tattoo with ( Read more... )

have an appointment with eye doctor in seventeen minutes, takes at least twenty to get to to him from our house. predict that we probably won't get out of the house for another 10/15 minutes. Kind of excited to see how much more I fucked my vision, twenty percent of that fucking may have come from reading at yaffa with no light what so ever, other ( Read more... )

I've been out of commission lately, or journal related at least. I can't wait to leave the country and come back to new york broke, because the pound is going to screw me over good. Too much excitement for going to a place without knowing anyone there, something nice about starting fresh and meeting new people who know absolutely nothing at all ( Read more... )

of course, the one night i watch 24 the russians are back, and who else but Boris the Blade as the genius mastermind, that is making my night, because i don't so much hear him ordering nuclear attacks as saying ' "you motherfuckas"

I've been falling asleep next to the drafty window, with the fluorescent lights pounding underneath my eyelids, with Chopin playing at my feet, with my pillow stained from the eyeliner, with a bag full of dirty laundry at the food of my bed, with my glasses perched precariously next to me, with my door unlocked and the flip floppers shuffling past ( Read more... )

All I want, in this very moment is a non-commital hug. Where I can just hold on to another human being without the obligation of explaining. Because I don't understand why people have the urge to ask "What's wrong" when it's quite obvious in the very grip and the very action of holding on to someone because there's quite no point to do it to ( Read more... )

It's quite a let down when one plans to wake up at three but wakes up at one thirty instead after coming home at five a.m, from jersey no less, so permeated by smoke your underwear reeks of it. This, coupled with an attack from the uterus and the sounds of a half deaf neighbor fucking her boyfriend through the thin wall, does not at all inspire me ( Read more... )