okay, life. time to move on. this summer is going to fucking kill me if it keeps going on like this.
i really, really, really can't keep this up.

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I dreamed about bees last night, and then I accidentally drank regular milk this morning. A slew of websites say bees in dreams are good luck unless they sting you. What if you are a bee in the dream? Note: dreams in which the dreamer is a bee mean the dreamer will be too cowardly to send back a normal latte and accidentally break vegan ( Read more... )

please please please Heidi I swear to god call me as soon as you have a phone near you if anything happens to you I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself.
please call me.
I fucking love you. fuck. please.

so things come in waves right
and eventually they get better
so you just have to ride out the down part even though it just keeps getting worse and worse
and know that giving in to it will only make it last longer
so about staying positive

can someone give me something to look forward to, besides the end of this week?

So, while half-assedly digging through a box full of useless crap that's had stuff in it since my sophomore year and is now sitting in my living room, I found an old folder full of sticker pages that I had made in elementary school. Most of them were stuck onto scotch-taped covered pages ripped out of my journal, and all but one were double sided. ( Read more... )

Yesterday I drove to Indiana with my friend Jen on a blind hunt for antique stores. 5 dollars in tolls and two overpriced antique malls behind us, we found the treasure chest of our dreams and spent THREE HOURS barely looking through every booth, and coming home with lots of wonderful goodies for decorating. I even bartered and got some sweet deals ( Read more... )

The question was: If I could invite any four people to dinner (dead or alive), who would they be ( Read more... )

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The great thing about my house is that it is full of scenes like this:

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Last night I made myself a comfort feast and then got completely blazed and watched Baraka with my room mate. Distractions like food, work and drugs are not helping me with this. They just wear out when my blood sugar does and I have to pretend I need to pee so I can leave the floor at work and go compose myself upstairs ( Read more... )