December 2011
18 posts
from hell, with tears.
from this year forward, whenever anyone asks why I hate christmas, I’m going to blame cancer.
but I really fucking wish I didn’t have that excuse.
floodgates.
noteworthy.
I just want to be a gypsy. master bacious would be my drag queen name. don’t think about it, just drink about it. justintime. my most consistent likes are pictures of redwood trees & mila kunis. spending christmas with a cab driver, my cat, & the kardashians. being in a class with someone who’s seen you naked is all kinds of distracting. if I had a dollar for every time I...
props.
I literally do the exact same thing every semeseter. I freak out about how poorly I’ve done, on my term papers & finals and everything leading up to them. I expect to fail. I overdose on caffeine and under-dose on sleep. I become a miserable shell of a human being, hating school, myself, and everyone within a ten foot radius. I contemplate quitting school and/or suicide. I plan my escape...
Bidness Partners.
Lili: Annie, I think we need a youtube channel.
Annie: No. I refuse.
Lili: Fine, but when we get a taxi, we're putting a camera in it.
Annie: I know.
stop pretending that you’re still breathing
solace can come in the symbol of a gold ring. →
warp.
try to create an account for community college. find out you already made one. have zero recollection of when you did. try to answer the security question: what’s your favorite color? blue is wrong. try again. hot pink is right.
realize how much you’ve changed since freshman year. think about how far you’ve come. wonder where the time went.
and ask your former & present...
535 to 3101.
last night in my little lonesome apartment. it’s funny how much the new one already feels more like home than this one ever did.
I’m tired & achey, and all I keep hearing in my head is carrie bradshaw saying, “BECAUSE I DON’T LIVE HERE ANYMORE.”
signs of sleep depravation & too much sex and the city. but it is december 1st and I needed to note the good...