I've been feeling snotty and pissy alot, lately. Is that how all this comes across? Do you think there is someone out there, alone in her lonely world, a real cunt, suicidal, who sees this blog and thinks 'wait - maybe I'm not alone after all. Maybe there can be a place for me and my desultory pissiness in this world'?
You know what? I liked Joe vs. the Volcano. And the Frankie and Johnny remake with Pfieffer and Pacino.
I hate online nicknames like 'lil angel sweetness light happiness dawn sorrow flying free painful heart'. I want to smoosh their wounded little faces.
I dislike pretentious make up names like 'Le Fase Creme'
I love it when it rains or snows, but I feel guilty for it because of all the homeless people.
I have boxes full of stuff in this house that I haven't looked at in years. Couldn't bring myself to get rid of it, but haven't looked at it since.
There's black dust on my window sill and it smells like window screens.
If you don't have anyone who depends on you, Xanax is a really good idea. Say, if you're rich and never have to worry about paying the bills, why not go ahead and play with addiction? There is an awful lot to be said for the ability to zone out.
Hey - I just noticed I have a Snickers with Almond bar on my desk. No - two.
I ate a whole thing of cottage cheese with pineapple, today. I want dinner, but nothing sounds good.