Recently this has really been bothering me: my library is almost entirely composed of male authors. everytime i go to the bookstore, i inevitably walk out with something written by a man. there's nothing wrong with this, but i'd really like more diversity in my reading, you know ( Read more... )

*RIP MR. ELLIOT SMITH*

http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/news/03-10/22.shtml

www.sweetadeline.net

well. homelife isn't so bad, i have to say. actually, and don't quote me on this, i rather like it. my dad fries some mean eggs&bacon and my ma makes a mean pot of coffee. the animals are cute. they have cable. aside from the metro-to-work thing (takes an hour, ugh), it's just dandy. i do feel a bit bad for calling my ex names in that entry ( Read more... )

looking over my past journal entries, i notice a veneer of irony/sarcasm running through just about every one. these aren't like the angst-ridden, completely sincere journals i used to write for myself on my giant antiquated desktop late at night, clumsily stoned or just lonely ( Read more... )

atrociousness abounds. spent the past three days steadily moving heavy, *heavy* items of furniture and personal belongings in a state of direly ill health. lost my voice completely on saturday, blowing snot-rockets on the sidewalk, wiping a still-runny nose on the shoulder of my tee-shirt, etc ( Read more... )

my paycheck is woefully smaller than i expected. i hate that. i hate havin no money. well. i guess techinically i don't have no money. so i guess i want mo'money. and an apt in ny. if that's wrong i don't wanna be right ( Read more... )

it also said i'm probably male but that didn't show up here. i'm oddly proud......?

i'm relating to my icon today better than i ever have. i'm not sure if my brain or my body is the big vat of meat being churned and squished by anonymous hands [EDIT: i change my default pic all the time; my old one was a bucket of raw sausage meat being mixed by hand], but there you go ( Read more... )

when i was younger there was a girl named belen aquino that everyone used to gang up on. you know the type. maybe it was you. i wasn't ever terribly popular, but belen was worse off. for one, her name was weird: in a private school of merediths and nells and reids, belen didn't make the cut. her mouth always looked moist. to top it off, she ( Read more... )

aww, my little chuckleheads, i'm baaaaaack. with a vengeance ( Read more... )