May 2009
18 posts
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my day
alarm. sleep. alarm. rush to work asleep. work. sleep. masturbate. eat toaster streudels for dinner. edit photos. sleep.
tired...
of the negativity.
i’m exhausted. heat + mental exhaustion. hungry, but not. hopeful. always hopeful. excited about some things, seeing where to improve others. wishing for burrito gallery. right now.
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things that bore me lately:
faux-wings-on-girls pictures. implied nudes. dr. pepper. driving. pictures of flowers and/or broken-down cars. unoriginality as a hobby. pictures of small kids kissing pregnant bellies. archaeologists.
tech daily: trying to remember if my twitter is tied to my facebook before I slander a group of ‘friends.’
you cannot steal photos, photoshop them behind a portrait and call it something it’s not. it’s just disingenuous. if you’re going to do it, just distance yourself from me.
today, I had to listen to commentary about the attractiveness of a face…and its selling potential. this conversation continues to irk me, especially coming from variaties of people. traditional beauty bores me, and the notion that someone can’t be beautiful and evocative without a ‘pretty face’ pisses me off. it goes against some intrinsic things i believe in. i call...
April 2009
20 posts
It seems like there’s a direct correlary between how religious you are, and how much you like to argue. This goes for anti-religious too. Either polar.
My mother just called to tell me a story about she who we don’t speak of. It’s a game of telephone between alcoholics deriving this story. And, of course, I’m not to be believed. She has no idea that this upsets me. Things she told me made me physically sick.
I’m feeling generally anxious and nervous. Overwhelmed about silly things. Like perhaps being so busy was actually a good mask for real things. Not that I know what a ‘real thing’ is. I’m very upset with myself for stagnating. Even if there wasn’t a solution, there’s always a solution. I learned that from the girl who grew up without a house. I should remember...
Restless and Living in Oblivion
Sometimes one finds oneself overcome with a feeling that cannot be shaken. It’s hard to understand and even harder to explain when the curious inquire. It is a sadness that permeates the soul and can only be dislodged as gradually as it comes upon it’s unwitting and, in my case, hypersensitve victim.
Oblivion is where I often live… restless and tossing in the ennui of my life,...
“Jacksonville - you are a dumb, bastard.”
– god
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