I know it's nothing new, and humans have been vessels of absurdity for thousands of years, but this is fucking exhausting. and we're only getting more and more numb.

dear world, I apologize on behalf of my species.

I really must look into waking up at a decent hour as a habit. it's becoming far too normal to be drinking morning tea at high noon ( Read more... )

zar and I are sick. I think he gets everything I have by sneaking inverted licks of my creamy coconut popsicles while I'm not looking. and judging by his canine-kind of audacity, I wouldn't be surprised to learn my cat had been drinking out of my wine glasses to boot ( Read more... )

to whom it may concern stop ( Read more... )

I am not even pretending to be productive right now. and I'm not interested in those people who are. like my roommates. and "friends ( Read more... )

saving my lips now for peach popsicles and cigarettes. not my choice, necessarily. not conciously, anyway... I'm not sure ( Read more... )

and also- can someone please explain to me these crazy death threats disguised as inspirational e-mails? you may know what I'm talking about. if you have a family at all like mine (and let's pray for the sake of the world that you don't), you've seen them before. about three or four times a month my grandma sends me these e-mails. they're ( Read more... )

todays discussion topic: breast jackets ( Read more... )

I returned home yesterday, slightly cheered up from my bitter mental battle with the premise of academia by a vodka and juice and girl scout cookies, to a funny pseudo-spanish message from my mom requiring that I call her. I did so, and she proceeded to read to me in spanglish-accent french, the letter that arrived in puyallup yesterday from the ( Read more... )

death sits at his kitchen table, eating lucky charms and reading the dictionary ( Read more... )