February 2012
9 posts
raw ramen noodle
apparently that’s weird
good music is playing in our room… praise be to the Lord
I just don’t get it…. my roommate is watching the same like 3 hour episode of the same show she watched last night… again tonight. At least it’s not the same episodes she watched three days in a row the other weekend….
I made a song up
It goes like “Fuck Living Here”
but really... I'm curious.
this is the third day in a row
you have watched the exact same episodes of the exact same shows…. WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU. WHAT THE FUCK
the I remember game will be a prerequisite for marriage
I’ve decided
January 2012
26 posts
“and there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth”
my roommate and her boyfriend are back together
… let the crying commence
loathe strife. loathe it.
CATTTTT:
i miss you. you better be well
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Birdy is only 15
:/ i feel inadequate
she has braces
stitches and dishes, bitches
tomorrow I will have no stitches
and the ability to wash dishes
lone·some/ˈlōnsəm/
Adjective: Solitary or lonely: “she felt lonesome and out of things”.
Remote and unfrequented: “a lonesome, unfriendly place”
just learned Jane Fonda was an exceptionally cool...
and also: the people didn’t just give away the goats; they sold them, possibly to strangers. They have so many balls! So ma-ny. I’m giving it a year before they get tired of Fairmont and sell it, too.
and THAT is not a joke
but really? it doesn’t occur to you to call? and also: they were free for you…. you sold them? you actually made a profit off of my goats? I...
my kitty talks in her sleep
but it sounds like Donald Duck is having a very contemplative, quiet conversation with someone in the other room (she sittin’ beside me, tho…?)
oh yeah...
Letters to Sampson (since my daddy says Bob is too sad to be surprised with guests)
Dear Sampy,
I’m sorry I can’t see you. Here are new things: Oliver is Lazy. The Cat is blind. Your Friends are Gone (the people that bought our house gave them away without asking whether or not we’d like them back, so… they live in Fayetteville now. the fuck?). Oh yeah, and you maybe...
Iyam thinking I should get over you
now, how to do this…
“since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid” ― E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962
“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody...
the possibilities are truly endless
maybe we'll even lose touch for six whole months
who KNOOWS!
December 2011
33 posts
Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. Like for example: if your country wanted a muffin… or a kidney bean pie… that would… would… not that a country could get hungry. All right, you’re not going to physically ask the country anything. This is getting so much more complicated than it needs to be. Now, okay, quick recap....
boredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored
I will come on the breath of the wind
no more home
let’s be done with home
published.
published?
