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[02 Sep 2007|09:18pm] |
Somebody at Fresh Provisions told me that my new hooded sweatshirt was “dope.”
Purchase status: vindicated
Oh, and I love this song. Especially the part where he's all “you're my favourite” etc.
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[27 Feb 2007|06:28pm] |
I AM BOILING
IN A VAT
OF AMNIOTIC FLUID
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[27 Nov 2006|03:59am] |
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Well it's four in the morning and I am more alone than I have ever been before in my life. I don't know what I am supposed to do about this. I can't sleep. Perhaps I just wait for it to pass, but right now that doesn't even seem to make sense. I lie down and all I can do is clutch at the little drops of streetlight on the wall, and repeat 'no no no' again and again under my breath, trying not to wake up the person sleeping on the floor next to me.
I am broken and I will never be fixed. I am going to die.
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| more cognitive manoevres |
[19 Nov 2006|05:44pm] |
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There's the promise I make to myself now, in full light of my current and future mistakes and misendeavours: I shall never again stop at writing.
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| Tuesday resolutions |
[06 Nov 2006|10:23pm] |
I have to join a gym tommorrow, so long as I can spare the money.
Also: wash a whole LOT of clothes.
~ henrah out ~
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[14 Jul 2006|01:00am] |
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I've descended past every landmark of pathetic I ever plotted out and I don't know what this place is called but there is no way I can escape, and there is no chance I will tolerate falling any further.
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