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[November 6th, 2009 / 10:59am] |
I had a very tame and affectionate sex dream about Woody Allen.
So that's what's going on with me, nowadays.
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[October 25th, 2009 / 8:05am] |
totally just had my first blackout drunk.
don't know whether to be super pumped about it, or just concerned with why my toe is bleeding.
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| sor juana |
[September 27th, 2009 / 6:43pm] |
Hombres necios que acusáis
a la mujer sin razón,
sin ver que sois la ocasión
de lo mismo que culpáis.
Si con ansia sin igual
solicitáis su desdén,
¿por qué queréis que obren bien
si las incitáis al mal?
Combatís su resistencia
y luego, con gravedad,
decís que fue liviandad
lo que hizo la diligencia.
Parecer quiere el denuedo
de vuestro parecer loco,
al niño que pone el coco
y luego le tiene miedo.
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[September 13th, 2009 / 3:07pm] |
After a series of unanswered, drunken calls (and the subsequent awful messages), i have come to the conclusion that I am the world's most pathetic little child. HOLLER.
I am just generally confused about my life, and frustrated with myself. And binge drinking is probably not the best way to remedy the situation. Knowing that doesn't stop me, but at least I'm aware!
Whatever. My life's not awful or anything, I probably just need some prozac shit. Goddamnit. Other words...
Oh, and another reason why i SHOULD stop drinking so much:
so driving home from one dollar shots night, I offered to "put my pocket knife in" the cabby for making really inappropriate comments about "young black men."
But, reason why i probably WONT stop drinking so much:
one dollar shots.
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[September 4th, 2009 / 6:20pm] |
i just had chicken combs injected into my knees. well, at least shit derived from chicken combs.
i swear i can feel it sloshing around under my skin. no me gusta.
it was the first time aside from a couple of pap smears that I've had to go to the doctor alone. surrounded by residents watching me squirm and get injected with chicken combs, residents who laughed when i cursed.
i don't enjoy going to the doctor alone. i don't enjoy going to the doctor. but tough shit.
supposedly, this chicken gel could lube up my knees for as long as six months. sure, it's a coin toss, but it's kind of neat.
oh, also, i may or may not have swine flu. HOLLER.
edit: im dying. this is it. oh, so dead.
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