You Are A Martini
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OK, scratch that. I'm not gonna miss Starbucks. Even though I had this paper (which I am currently employed in writing), I went in in a great mood and left hurt and angry. I don't know why exactly, I guess most of what bothers me is that in every job I try to be good and efficient, and here, I am called lazy and slutty and God knows what else. And ( Read more... )

It's another late night, and I can't sleep because I'm thinking about all I have to do (and also I think I can hear a rat chewing or scratching around here ( Read more... )

I just rode - yes, rode - to my very last class as an undergrad at the fine institution of Georgetown University. Down 38th street, through the Medical Center entrance, past Darnall and into Red Square, I zoomed on my razor scooter. Absolutely priceless.

Good-bye, Georgetown.

pretty stressed right now - was trying to find a job and just finish up the semester and now my deans want to give me an f... thankfully i just slept 9 hours and can stay up all night to work on it. need some food but dont have any money ( Read more... )

I don't know whether I am more turned on by telling Tom my secrets or by making out with his best girl friend from work in the bar bathroom.

I can be so fake these days. I think I have gotten so used to faking being happy and smart here at Georgetown, it has just become second-nature as a defense mechanism. I'm tired of it ( Read more... )

Message from Carey Atlas (Malone ( Read more... )

It is time to write ( Read more... )

Truth: It is 3:13 am

Truth: I am sad

Truth: I am sobering up

Truth: Even when I am sober, I wanna fuck him

Truth: I hate the institution of marriage. If marijuana is illegal, so marriage should be.

Truth: if justin IMed, or called, or texted, or fucking came here right now, I could forget anything ever happened.

LIe: That's ever gonna