erry day now.

In an attempt to grasp some sort of consistency in my life, I will approach ummm yeah.

I saw a heard a car accident outside my window on Thursday. It sounded like when I knocked over my grandma's curio cabinet, except there were not bits of fake hair from porcelain dolls to muffle the explosion. This separation of noises carried the effect of going down a steep hill on your bike. My stomach sinks again at the thought.

Today has been a melancholy sort of ordeal, but the sun is on my back and there are smarmy tour groups in my face, adding to the delusion that I am not alone. Also- if I see one more god damn ShopKo backpack I'm going to fucking lose it. but uhhh doooooooood.

I'm in the middle of making a feather dress right now, but am flirting with frumpy in the idea that I will either look like I'm molting, or big bird's fucking slutty hoodrat. we'll see. I can't remember how I became like this.

This week:

1. headbands

2. taxes

3. guacamole

4. Schopenhauer

n. sweater.

I am off to a nice new venture. MEGALOMANIA!!!!

forrow your dreams, son.

if only I had an attention span.

Bad Case Of Diarhea

I'm feeling particularly optimistic as of late. 

poopmouth

i would like to thank sarah for personally insulting our entire family.

frances dorset has met jeffery gook and oh my. i can't stop writing characters much too similar to myself and i feel as though that lacks imagination and effort. could it even be narcissistic, having the effect of appearing that i have no interest in writing anything other than something involving myself? write what you know, but for fuck sake... i just feel like a lot of the things that i have been experiencing lately are worthy of being examined, and developing situations on a literary plane creates layers of involvement that you can chose to explore--or not. things are changing and it feels shitty as hell, but i'm confident in the fact that i'll pull myself up by the fucking boot straps. 

and just like that someone took a shit in my throat and i've lost all focus.

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i'm going to try and put some stuff up, but i'm retarded.

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I listened to Feed The Animals today... Greg Gillis is ballz. eminem over Yael Naim... mmm.

you can get his album for a "donation" at http://illegalart.net/

i'm going to mexico with my family for christmas this year and was looking at the resort we're going to... holeeeee shit. i've never been to a 5star anything before and this shit looks pretty ridiculous. Moon Palace has the larget swimming pool in Cancun and all the rooms have a jaccuzi, hammocks on the balcony and and and a four nozzle dispenser with vodka, rum, whisky, and tequilla that is replenish daily!!! oh my fuuuck. going on a resort vacation is cheesy as shit but going to an all inclusive super shitfaced resort sounds pretty sweet.

and http//www.wikihow.com/Pretend-to-Fly