I can't help but look back on some people who have passed through my life and think, "If only you hadn't done that...."
I can be so self centered, but at least I know this. Why do people do things that fuck up MY life? Why did that bitch date him for one week and move on? Why did s/he lie? Why did s/he stop caring? Why why why?
Pool pool pool.
I don't not say things for a reason. I'm not joking.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Um.
I just heard my upstairs neighbor have loud sex.
To be fair, she was the loud one, her boyfriend was only represented with constant thumps.
To be fair, she was the loud one, her boyfriend was only represented with constant thumps.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Whoopi has no eyebrows
Why do I cry every time I watch ER?
I LOVE IT.
I am so ready to finish this semester. I know I have 3 major projects due next week and I'm working Friday, Saturday, Sunday, but I think I work so much better when under pressure!
God I hope that's true.
I LOVE IT.
I am so ready to finish this semester. I know I have 3 major projects due next week and I'm working Friday, Saturday, Sunday, but I think I work so much better when under pressure!
God I hope that's true.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Free to Indulge
I remember thinking, "I'm not safe in this car." But I also didn't want to go inside. The car was warm and the radio was playing. Outside was cold, dark, scary, lonely.
I sat at the corner of Baring Street, mad that he left me out there.
I was more mad that we were there at all.
I was more mad that I couldn't change this situation.
The street lights were tall, making circles on the sidewalks, with darkness in between and all around.
He came running outside to the window and told me to turn off the car and come inside.
I turned off the car,
I locked the car,
I walked with him in my pajamas,
I went inside.
The door was dirty. Inside was dirty and dark. Piles of broken furniture lined the living room walls. The carpet looked old. Everything was broken and horrible. I walked up the stairs, gripping his hand, hating this place.
I followed him past a door with shards of wood falling from the frame. Not stopping, I asked what was in there.
Who lived in that room?
A pitbull.
The pitbull was high.
The pitbull broke the door.
We walked to another room. There were two gius watchinmg a movie sitting on the floor in the dark. A fishtank glowed across the room, dingy and dry.
There was no where to sit. I was afraid to touch the floor or lean on the walls, stained and streaked with violence and dogs and drugs. The man smelled. He wore a big shirt to cover his big belly. It was dark, he was dark. I didn't want to see him, hear him or smell him.
I sat at the corner of Baring Street, mad that he left me out there.
I was more mad that we were there at all.
I was more mad that I couldn't change this situation.
The street lights were tall, making circles on the sidewalks, with darkness in between and all around.
He came running outside to the window and told me to turn off the car and come inside.
I turned off the car,
I locked the car,
I walked with him in my pajamas,
I went inside.
The door was dirty. Inside was dirty and dark. Piles of broken furniture lined the living room walls. The carpet looked old. Everything was broken and horrible. I walked up the stairs, gripping his hand, hating this place.
I followed him past a door with shards of wood falling from the frame. Not stopping, I asked what was in there.
Who lived in that room?
A pitbull.
The pitbull was high.
The pitbull broke the door.
We walked to another room. There were two gius watchinmg a movie sitting on the floor in the dark. A fishtank glowed across the room, dingy and dry.
There was no where to sit. I was afraid to touch the floor or lean on the walls, stained and streaked with violence and dogs and drugs. The man smelled. He wore a big shirt to cover his big belly. It was dark, he was dark. I didn't want to see him, hear him or smell him.
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