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Backlash Spectacular [July 2nd, 2008 / 11:46pm]
By Katha Pollitt

This article appeared in the May 26, 2008 edition of The Nation. )
1 robots + call yourself the boss

i really want to get into a fight. clawing and kicking kind. bust some ass. [July 1st, 2008 / 3:08am]
[ mood | kill someone ]
[ music | mirah - dogs of ba ]

happy july. i guess. i mean, whatever. you know.

so i can't really sleep this week. at least not for long, and not without the aid of some type of pill. then, when i do finally get knocked out, i keep having these really uncomfortable dreams. i rarely remember my dreams, but it's happening every time i doze. i blame the pills. supposedly melatonin can cause more vivid dreams, and i've been taking much more than the recommended dosage, so...
but every time i drift off, i dream about adam. only, not nice dreams. it's something completely weird, and kind of disturbing. i close my eyes, and there he is, doing the cruelest things. not anything psycho, just thoroughly mean. Shoving me around. Laughing at me or making jokes. Hitting on women in front of me. Walking into a restaurant and sitting at a separate table. All these random acts lifted from lifetime movies of the week.
i don't like it at all, and it makes me almost glad that i can't stay asleep for more than an hour or a two at a time.
goddamnit, i'm going out of my mind this week. and i just sit alone, drive around alone, get lost, end up cleaning the car just to occupy my brain for a second. it's totally pathetic how lonely i am.

i'm bursting in anticipation for the Choice USA trip. I need to get out of Charlotte. This town is just brimming with pretentious disappointments, but whatever. Home sweet home.
I need to see my friends. You know, the ones who aren't completely self-absorbed and damaged. The ones who don't try and suck everyone down to their miserable little levels, as though they actually give a damn.

i'm an asshole. wow. whatever.

so, because i am a lonely, pitiful asshole, I've dedicated the past two days almost entirely to puppies. Despite the fact that I can't even think about getting a pet of my own for another two years, i've put together a list of the most beautiful, perfect little animals. I've narrowed it down to a cavalier king charles spaniel, a boxer, a shetland sheepdog (ok, not plausible, but most adorable pups EVER), or my new number one ultimate dream dog:


Xoloitzcuintle


They are these stunning mexican hairless dogs, and i totally forgot about them until yesterday when eukanuba told me they're my best match. and then i recalled seeing them at Dolores Olmedo's estate/museum. i was floored by how difficult it was to tell which were dogs and which were statues.
everyone keeps telling me they look creepy as hell, but i honestly think they're some of the most gorgeous animals i've ever seen ever. so, buy me a xolo.
c'mon. please?

this whole posting thing is an absolute waste of time right now, but as i've mentioned, can't sleep. a little too worn down to give a shit about anything. particularly making sense.
i'm unintelligent and, as previously stated, an asshole. go away now. good night.
4 robots + call yourself the boss

[June 28th, 2008 / 10:25pm]
[ mood | klutz. ]
[ music | tricky - your name ]

today.
today i broke a bowl. i stepped on a mirror, thereby shattering it and almost slicing my foot, made the dishwasher overflow foam halfway to the living room, and accidentally stole a plum from harris teeter.
i am a mess.

speaking of harris teeter, why is it that, twice now, random girls who never gave me the time of day in high school think it's cool to run up and hug me in the check-out line?
i don't remember your last name, let alone any interaction we've ever had.
get to steppin'.

also today. i discovered that i actually have more money in my savings account than my mother has in hers. something about that isn't kosher. considering she pays for my school, my home, and pretty much everything minus prescriptions, it is becoming increasingly clear that i am a rotten brat and should never ask her for gas money, ever.
dad, however, can totally go ahead and pay for my cell phone. which, btdubs, i ordered today and should have by monday. three cheers to a working phone, and kicking sprint's sorry ass to the curb. dad can pay for whatever the hell he wants. i've earned that shit. not really, but i haven't worked up the same guilt when it comes to his hurtin' wallet.


ugh. i feel so greasy i oughta be washin' my hair in Dawn.

2 robots + call yourself the boss

[June 28th, 2008 / 1:32am]
[ mood | fuckin' great! ]
[ music | jeff hanson ]

I decided to stop taking my vicodin. at least without good cause. conveniently, as i made this choice, people started coming to me asking to buy them. considering i have no other source of income, sweet.

i have a mild sunburn and feel unbelievably exhausted. i've pretty much yelled at everyone i've talked to in the past three days, including the bastard who tried to come at me with a hair straightener demonstration at the mall. you just don't lunge at women with hot irons. thank you.
i hate the mall. why the hell did i go to the mall? i have no money. i spent too much anyway (sundresses will be my downfall). and in one of the most depressing environments ever. oh, carolina place. why you gotta try so hard?

honestly, the last little while hasn't been too bad. fires, awkward birthday celebrations, rudely interrupted anniversaries, and pool-side relaxation. why it turned so sharply into blind irritation, i do not know. whatever. i'll get over myself any day now.

i got a haircut. it's fucking terrible, but i finally got one. hair grows.

i'm bored as shit. all i've got to look forward to this weekend is cleaning. i straightened the whole fucking house last night, and it's already trashed again. trashed. my room included. it's ridiculous how un-tidy my family is.
ooh..maybe i'll get an oil change. AWESOME! I LOVE LIFE! WOO!

0 robots + call yourself the boss

[June 18th, 2008 / 3:08pm]
gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


i hate summer.
0 robots + call yourself the boss

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