so, I've returned to the world wide web.

and honestly I didn't miss it while I was gone, and it's not the same now I'm back. who was it? I don't know... my body is beating me.

i know he's right. but i can't find it inside myself. i worry that i never will - as a result of poor circumstances.

and i still worry periodically that that stupid hallucination will become real one day.

Closing time. We are in the coffee shop, Q and I. B rushes about, a rag hanging out of his back pocket. He is sixteen or seventeen, the xxxxxxxxxxxxx is long and ashy shiny. I clumsily sit myself before the gray box. The screen suddenly goes still and crumbly like a sheet of paper glued to the monitor, a farce. The computers must automatically shut ( Read more... )

blood under my fingernails ( Read more... )

my previous manager was fired. I got my job back. things should theoretically be looking up... except I'm dead tired.

- monday through thursday I have summer school (specifically, trigonometry, which leads to a few hours of homework daily.)

- friday I volunteer at the wildlife center- sunday & saturday I get up at 5:45am and work my ass off ( Read more... )

quoth the french boy I talked to today:

"if a french was asked to draw a picture of an american, it would look like erik cartman from southpark, fat and spoiled. and the worst part is, most believe they are all the same."

san luis obispo city limit
"welcome to the social vacuum!"

Today was probably the first good day of my summer so far. There were lots of little pieces of paper involved, as well as ice cream cones, clown car illusions, and Cam freds. And a lady with a lubricated probe, but that wasn't an especially pleasant part. Oh! And I rehabilitated a drowning moth (Harold / Maude ( Read more... )

Life is confusing. We tried to regrow my mom's soul today.

"In return for your brain!... I offer you ten thousand pounds per year, a new house and a car ( Read more... )