November 2010
14 posts
Dear Lisa Horan
You asked if I wanted anything, and I said no, you asked again, and I guess I was supposed to say no because you said “I’m not buying you coffee”.
Now you’re across the street and hopefully buying me coffee. I wanted to keep your Netflix logged into my computer so I could steal movies for free, but then I remembered that’s what my roommates are for, movies are...
First net poem. →
Stranger FTW
yourmindblown:
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My life is so public, I can’t be myself. I’m a victim to pressure, to people pleasing, oh its sick. I writhe in it.
I have my own sick agenda, but it will never pan out, and I’ll never tell you, I’ll write about it someday in a journal or tell a grand kid, the grand kid that I’ll never be stable enough to have a son to conceive one or ever be around, tell them about...
something new, not really, don't read this
today one of my professors told me that one of the kennedy’s had a piece of paper he kept with him every day that read: “Do something each day that you’re afraid of” and i’m going to do just that every day from now on, and i’m going to write about it. i’m really tired of my own boundaries,
but this goes out to someone who has needed it for like two...
fervor & fanaticisms: Excerpts →
This girl needs to write more. I love it. I love being inspired by my friends more than other writers ‘real writers’ as they say. The best will never go down in history, just the train wrecks.
salubriousextrications:
When I opened this from my purse, the smell of tobacco swiftly overwhelmed my senses and small droppings leaped onto my lap.
I hear other conversations, they surround...
speed
could take it till i die
but if i just keep eating pills, rationing the little balls of XR into glasses of coke a cola, where if the cola is cold, the balls will all bounce up and down in a heavenly equilibrium until the liquid warms up and the real acidic effects take place dissolving the adderall into the drink for perfection.
normally i take an XR and crush a tab into the coke a cola, learned...
October 2010
47 posts
MY RADIO FUCKING SHOW IS TOMORROW I AM GOING TO... →
Young Goodman Brown ain't got shit on my devils.
One time I got in trouble for talking about people on xanga.
www.xanga.com/suicideacidtrip - the name, I made up when I was thirteen and I wanted to do drugs to be cool more than anything else. Little did I know that in February 2008 I would have a terrible acid trip where I indeed DID try to kill myself over and over, trying to jump out of my friend’s car as they drove me to the ER.
Funny...
heed da warning
brother love. are you ready?
the cities are being destroyed and you don’t even have matching socks!
good thing, i was testing you,
your socks don’t matter
but at least we’ll die together.
WHAT THE FRICK? →
I can’t watch these because I’m too lazy to get my headphones from my bag somewhere else down the hall (most likely getting stolen right now) at school so I’m posting this here so that I can watch it later before the link I found this from dies in the FEED!
Maybe one of you guys (nobody) can tell me if its good before I get home. I want people to talk to me on this blog since I...
she taught me not to cross the line
she said that it is sweet i still talk to her like a real person when she’s on her ambien.
this is not true for all the people i talk to on the internet at 3am that tell me bad things, or even the people, the ones i spend the night in their bed while they’re drunk, telling me about how they are really desperate that their dad might die of withdrawl in rehab, and i keep pestering...
How a Hipster Dumps Someone →
oh no, oh my: dick jones on being a hipster →
This Dick kid sounds like a mother fucker to be reckoned with.
ohno-ohmy:
Two bottles of wine deep, I took notes.
“Rule #1: You can never, ever refer to yourself as a hipster. Only amongst the closest of friends, and only to be said once in passing.”
“Being a hipster—as the french would say, ‘hip-ster‘—no, let me finish… is like being a mold. If you just leave it out…
