April 2009
28 posts
I can’t write. Help me.
Get swine flu… because mad cow disease is so last year.
This weekend was a blast. More on that later.
“War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded...”
– John Stuart Mill
It’s 3:30 a.m. and I’m awake.
AKA insomnia.
AKA my body hates me.
AKA I can’t wait to get out of college and have a “normal” life again.
I might as well start some homework…
Hi Portland people. I want to make friends with you.
I can’t believe this night/weekend is almost over.
What?!
Today is a “Sugar, We’re Going Down” kind of day. Feel it.
No food, no sleep. Wasting time just to say I did it. I hate being sick and missing work. I hate missing my friends. I hate being away from home. I hate the way the world looks from an Interstate. Pretend you get it.
this mint chocolate ice cream is white instead of green — mindfuck. this place is making me sick. literally and figuratively. i am convinced that there is something seriously wrong. me/this town/this country/the world? take your pick. one night stands in hospital beds. intravenously make me forget. like the lyrics of a song with no melody. should’ve-could’ve cliche kid. ...
“If you don’t love me, I’m sorry.”
– “Starry Stairs” - Okkervil River
“Real Love” - The Beatles.
Where is the time going? I am at home writing and drinking coffee on a beautiful Saturday night. Everyone is out doing their thing — I’m in doing mine. I wish you could be here with me. New thoughts/ideas/photographs coming your way soon.
SS,YG.
I need new shoes.
You built a glass house and purposely left everyone on the outside. Do not talk about being alone. You did this. And I am not unsympathetic — I am very sorry for your loss. But I refuse to stand back and watch you claw for attention. In the midst of his loss, you thrust yourself in the spotlight. The lengths you will go to discuss it are disgusting. Your status update du jour: “I’m just...
I still don’t get it. Sometimes I think it’s a case of the “never haves, never wills,” but who am I to try and put a label on it in the first place? It’s the way I have days worth of songs, millions of albums at my fingertips, but I play the same ones over and over. It’s the way I have novels with thousands of pages, but the dog-eared ones are the only ones I...
