February 2010
5 posts
Motion. →
Good thing I don’t believe in prophesy. →
Six Words. →
Incurable, 2.0 →
Incurable. →
January 2010
5 posts
Bears. →
Not classy, but lady. →
This is going to be a FANTASTIC weekend. →
Moody. →
Complications. →
December 2009
12 posts
No. →
Let’s be Introspective. →
Today. →
It’s Christmas. →
Blub blub. →
Meow. →
The Internet is a Terrible Place. →
Things that seem really interesting at 4:00am… →
Things I Want in the Event of a (pretend) Divorce. →
Memorable Quotes and Advice from Strangers. →
Nature. →
Oh, my.
Well. I was feeling pretty ambivalent about things for a while, there. Hence my lack of posts to this here tumblr. I wasn’t really diggin’ that dude I liked so much anymore, and sterling was being pretty decent. He still is. But some friends got me all riled up a few days ago about him and I’m all into the dude again and shit. I spent $50 on weed yesterday and smoked with him,...
November 2009
5 posts
On the farm. →
Let’s not be so emo today. →
In Motion. →
Well, that was appropriate.
Thanks to my wonderful cousin Britt, who posted that tidbit I just reposted. It was stupidly appropriate for the topic of this post.
A few things have happened lately, and I think I am about to commit some pretty horrible sins. I guess it’s good that I don’t believe in god.
Is it still adultery if I’m not married? Or is it just being a horrible excuse of a human being? I can...
October 2009
9 posts
Feelings. →
I haven’t slept in two days. →
Hello. I'm Conflicted. What's your name?
There’s not a whole lot more to say than that. Why does S. have to go and start trying to be a decent human being just when I’ve convinced myself it’s time to pay the deposit on a new apartment? And when a certain love interest is being interested back? Shit shit shit shit shiiiiitttttttttt. Why can’t Americans find it socially acceptable to be polyandrous???
I
We’re still 12 years old on the inside.
[23:39] Me: cinnamon smells good, but tastes like butt.
[23:39] Shoona: yeah that might be true
[23:39] Shoona: i dont know
[23:39] Shoona: i havent tasted it much
[23:39] Shoona: when it isnt mixed into something else
[23:39] Shoona: like..sugar
[23:39] Shoona: haha
[23:40] Me: Haha. I thought you were talking about butt.
[23:40] Shoona:...
Fotos. →
Perfect. →
Lump! →
Sade. →
Ants. →
Artistic Endeavors of the Last Six Months. →
September 2009
20 posts
What day is it? →
Xanax, Day 2. →
Let’s be sad. →
Nervousness. Um. Duh.
I just got back from the doctor. I was having this gnawing stomach pain over the last three days, and finally I decided I had an aortic anuerysm or swine flu so I went to the doctor. I was diagnosed with “G.I. Spasms caused by Nervousness” and sent home with a xanax prescription.
I have spent the better portion of my life refusing to take anti-anxiety medications, so I’m not...
I am such a fucking tool.
Um. I am 100% stupid.
So, Sunday night I broke up with SP, only by like, noon on Monday, we were magically not broken-up anymore, and we haven’t really talked about it since then, and are pretending it didn’t happen until December, at which point we will re-evaluate. So, naturally, in December I am pretty sure I will need to find a new place to live, because our convo on Sunday was...
Masochist.
I’m all weak-kneed over a man that I don’t even know but I think is as fucked up as I am, which inevitably means we could never get along because we’d both kill ourselves after wallowing in each other’s misery for too long. And he has a girlfriend. And I spend all week looking forward to Thursday so we can yell at each other in class and I can accuse him of being sexist and...