This is a short story or something that I wrote while I was in New Orleans ( Read more... )

so i'm sitting here waiting for my laundry to dry and trying to figure out how other people can possibly love the things i love ( Read more... )

unrequited, unrequited, unrequited lust


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straight stupitness, innit? me so stress wit all dese battyboy, bad man come at me like duppy, chattin me up, me get rush, so vex! me no wanta wine or grine, me just wanta go limin, but de gels can't do none dat, no play dominos or cool out. de gels stay outside de circle.

"y'okay? y'gettin thru?" no. no i ent. "seen, seen..."

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I'm in Montserrat ( Read more... )

disregard this, it is so i can transfer my data cd list to a printer as soon as i get near a printer

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it is really after-drunk blogging i guess. at rory's flat, having just cleaned up a right mess. including the right mess that is myself, my head. all the boys are asleep except maybe rory, in his parents' room, of which i am wholly unsure ( Read more... )

( i finally lost my mind entirely )

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the new bjork album is amazing, amazing, amazing.

Fellout -- the play -- is going to be performed on Wednesday night whether we have a space or not. But I really hope I can get us a space, it'll be much easier that way.

I'm so full of coffee so fucking full of coffee.


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