| day six. |
[Mar. 24th, 2007|06:27 pm] |
it's not really day six because last night i drank two beers, also smoked three cigarettes.
BUT i also played the drums.
don't those things cancel each other out? |
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| day four. |
[Mar. 22nd, 2007|10:29 pm] |
the dinner i made was a disaster. i am a terrible cook, let's face it. the caffeine headaches are so absurd - i'm laughing on the inside.
gary and i took a walk around our neighborhood this afternoon. it was unpleasantly warm and sunny out, but i tried to embrace it. summer depression slowly sinking in.
my whole body smells like curry.
sick. |
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| day one. |
[Mar. 19th, 2007|06:02 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | caffeine withdrawl | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | stephen merritt | ] |
i've decided to detox.
it's for real this time. that's probably why i feel so terrible. we'll see where seven days of detox takes me.
by summer i hope to feel like a different person. i'm sick of feeling like me. |
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| post bang. |
[Feb. 18th, 2007|07:16 pm] |
9:00am. oh god, where am i? am i laying on a macaroon?
9:20am. where is everyone? why is the door open? did i just step on cracker?
10:00am. why are my feet swollen? am i bleeding? will you drive me home? where is my bling purse?
10:30am. should i try to eat breakfast? will the shower make me yack? when should i start freaking out about tuesday?
11:00am. commence freakout. |
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| 900 army men |
[Nov. 9th, 2006|04:11 am] |
the band played mostly with the cymbals on the floor. my foot fell asleep. i was a world away from the books with mitch. i felt like i was supposed to be in the same place. similar skinny boy escort. similar looking crowd in uncomfortable folding chairs. similar claustrophobia. similar advertisements and speaking voices.
shake shake shake
take two on that tape. |
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| best of ALTERNATIVE |
[Nov. 2nd, 2006|05:35 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | the couch | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | whatever's playing between gary's laptop and leitch upstairs | ] |
it's snowing.
i'm going to chicago.
yes. |
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| oh baby. i can't really talk about it. |
[Oct. 23rd, 2006|08:55 pm] |
i bought a really great polyester jacket at PTO for two dollars. then i scored a another cheap record player with a working tape deck and some vintage christmas bulbs at reuse. then i picked up some records at salvation. tomorrow paul and i are going to dearborn music and rock and rummage at the belmont in detroit.
all i do is waitress. all i spend my money on is thrift and records.
and liquor.
don't forget the liquor. |
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| imposter |
[Oct. 10th, 2006|01:10 am] |
AAAAAAARGH
stupid online bul,.lshit
my phone is shut off. it makes me nervous. it make me feel extremely alone. |
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| do not add salt |
[Sep. 4th, 2006|02:50 pm] |
last night was a big ol' clusterfuck. i woke up this morning and couldn't breathe. made scrambled eggs with red and yellow peppers. burnt the first batch. basically let justin cook the second batch. i've been curled up in a ball on my island since then, aka gary's overstuffed couch.
i'm just bursting with energy. maybe i'll take a nap. |
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| oh H |
[Jun. 26th, 2006|03:57 pm] |
perpetually hungover. tired. headache. sweaty. angry.
hide.
it's back. all that's missing is a deck of cards, two disgruntled housemates, and a blanket wrapped tight around me in the middle of summer.
i'm in trouble. |
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| no |
[Jun. 23rd, 2006|05:16 am] |
I can not express how angry I am without being completely belligerent right now. I can’t even function.
FUCK my landlord. Liberty. Summer. Ann Arbor. Everything. |
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| i'm getting too old for this. |
[Jun. 4th, 2006|05:51 pm] |
this morning i woke up with the familiar question running through my pounding head..."why did you do this to yourself...AGAIN?" you'd think that the knowledge an impending 11 hour work day would deter me from drinking a fifth of whiskey. you'd THINK that. or maybe you wouldn't.
maybe we've all caught on. |
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| your logo sucks |
[Jun. 1st, 2006|05:45 pm] |
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It’s Thursday. Thursday’s are like tick tick tick tick and occasionally a tock. It all starts at 8:30am when my cell phone rings to remind me not to do away with myself. I will zombie stumble to the shower, past the hulk hand that will go off and startle me. At this time I’ll glance at the stove clock knowing full well that I have once again not allowed myself enough time to eat breakfast which means I will not eat until 3pm when the garden releases me for one hour to eat a tub of hummus and to shower once again, throw myself back on my bike and ride to liberty where I will most likely smoke, drink some absopure without paying for it, dick around on the internet, call the late list, and whine until Becca shows up at 7. Becca will fill me in from the exact moment I last saw her until the present moment while she eats whatever tofu looked good from eathern jar. She will roll me a cigarette because I will most likely have run dry and we will listen to do wop until 11pm when she will convince me to go to the 8 ball on an empty stomach and an empty wallet. Some song will come on the jukebox that will make me sad, so I’ll inevitably drink more. Around 1:30am I’ll stumble home, most likely make a few drunk dials, and fall into bed with a DVD menu looping which I had meant to press play on. |
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| back and forth |
[May. 9th, 2006|11:37 pm] |
tequila and depressing movies shown at large scale in old ann arbor. OLD STINKING ANN ARBOR. here we are. this backspace button doesn't work so well.
i want to eat mozzarella cheese. |
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| it's hard to say no to good whiskey |
[May. 5th, 2006|04:56 am] |
i found myself drunk again last night. surprise.
biddle bought janik and i more jameson. i paid five dollars to hear little to no music and i'm working a double today. well, technically i worked this morning at the garden, now i'm "working" at liberty. my duties are to call the late list and once becca arrives, go through the entire porn collection to make sure all the dvd's match the numbers on the outside cases.
i'll have to take two showers tonight. |
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| this is it, folks |
[May. 3rd, 2006|02:22 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  nauseated | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | psychedelic furs | ] |
i think it might be chicago for me in the fall. the west is too far. the east is too expensive. but the midwest seems just right.
i'm still terrified, though. |
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