The lengths to which we masochists will go to hurt ourselves is astonishing.

Sunset. Disappointment. Reading. African Americans. Prostitution. (technicalities) Lake. Patchouli. Foreign liquor. Music. Beer. Theology. Philosophy. Geography. Politics. Music. Cigarettes. Repetition. Lake. Sunrise. Walking. Omission. Suicide. Waiting. Coffee. Waffles. (stomach irritation) Geography. Disappointment. Walking. Ritalin. Decisions. ( Read more... )

If life is as consistent as it has been so far, I really don't think I'll make it another 10 years. This year sucks my fucking ass. The existentialists tell me that this is all my fault. Fuck you Sartre. The religious tell me that my life is predetermined, which means god just hates me and wants me to be unhappy. Fuck you god. So... fuck me, fuck ( Read more... )

Well. Breath out your last breath, for summer is now gone. I am finally a senior. The feeling that says "High school is almost over, Sean. Don't you think you should enjoy it while you still have the opportunity to?" has yet to invade my head. I do think it's probably lurking somewhere in the back of my mind though. There are a lot of other things ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here reading the infos and away messages of the people I hate; a habit surely I'm not alone in having. I cannot help but think of someone and how unfortunate it'd be if they were to turn out like those fucks. It makes me really sad to think about. I'm not really sure if this person reads this, but if you do, don't turn out to be a ( Read more... )

I want to grow old with you. I want to see you everyday. I want to admire and examine your body and the folds, creases and sags you'll eventually develope. Or maybe we'll die together when we're 20, before time can touch us. We'll build a house someplace obscure. Your family will miss you. Nothing will ever matter again. no ting. I'm going to eat ( Read more... )

I wish it would rain. It's so cold outside. It would be so nice if it would just rain. On the way home from Libby's today we saw this enormous feild full of sunflowers. I remember this right now because I'm listening to Low. I think they're the saddest music ever made ( Read more... )

We went to Rochester tonight. Sean, Keaton Nicole and I, that is. We went to go see Garden State, however, Keaton never bothered to check and see if this was some sort of "special screening" or anything relatively important, small detail, such as that. So instead we saw Something Something End of the World. It was OK. On the way home we got stuck ( Read more... )

Libby returns tonight. Oooooh yah. Last night I went and saw Alexis. I'll write more later. I really want to watch Alice in Wonderland, the virgin copy that rightfully belongs to me. However, I can't, because Josh Decker fucking stole it ( Read more... )

I've spent most of this week at the cottage on the lake that my family rented. This is a good thing in that it has afforded me a week off from work. Contrarily, this is a bad thing in that my tolerance for my family grows smaller every day. They’re like the ugly lover you want to go away after you’ve gotten what you want from them. I don’t want to ( Read more... )