Yes, I figured out that LaGuardia is in Queens, thank you. (Just so you know, LGA is under control of both New York's and New Jersey's Port Authorities, so I'm half right, forget your logic and reason and geography and such as.)

Jsyk again: best breakfast I've ever, ever had

(and lol forever at the Hotel Phillips wanting to get us drunk. "Would ( Read more... )

So I'm talking with my homegirl gratuity and I find out I was StumbledUpon back in September.

If that weren't amusing enough (to me, anyway), SU declared that I am "topic:Pornography."

"topic:Pornography"

Lmao

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I have to pee again. I have to pee all the fucking time, what is this. You took Diurex, stupid ( Read more... )

Jason Dwyer (I peeked at your boarding pass), you sat next to me on the minuscule plane from Albany to Detroit, and if you're out there: I know I was a nervous wreck in the air and even more so when we touched down. My "blind date" continues to go very well. If we had chemistry before we met in person, we have … what's the word for closer than that ( Read more... )

Dad: Do you believe in ghosts or the afterlife?

Uh-oh. He knows I don't. Where is he going with this?

Me (apprehensively): I'm an atheist.
Dad: That doesn't mean you can't believe in ghosts or the afterlife.
Me: That's exactly what it means, Dad. You're an atheist. You're the one who taught me to be skeptical!

I live in a crazy house.


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I am home from Boston! The computer is dead, and it's all Dad's fault. Four hours (sh, I'm cheating) at the library are not enough.

Rational me: And why the fuck did you watch The Cleaner last night, Catherine? What, your emotions regarding addiction aren't running high enough already? The episode made you cry because you need help ( Read more... )

I strapped on my heels and took myself out last night.


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Bold the true statements.

Appearance:
I am 5′ 4″ or shorter.
I think I'm ugly sometimes. [With the exception of the last few weeks.]
I have many scars.I tan easily ( Read more... )

Waldoboro was beautiful, if glum. We stayed at the Blue Skye Farm B&B, which was even-more beautiful.

I heard "You look just like [your dead anorectic great aunt] Barbara!" several times between the service and reception. Thanks?

What I look like is shit. My face just woke up to restricting and bingeing* and promptly broke out ( Read more... )

I still haven't packed for Maine, and we're leaving 8 a.m. tomorrow. It's not for pleasure: my great aunt died. Almost all of her Calories came from alcoholic beverages; she picked at food. Yeah, I know.

See you Sunday!

P.S. Want to know what's really fucked up? I plan to fast the whole time.