Look At This Fucking Hedonist

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March 2012

I feel horrible. But I promised 2-3 people I’d be certain places in town. I can’t eat anything and I slept for an hour last night. I don’t really know what’s wrong with me right now. So… maybe I’ll just take some ibuprofen and find a croissant somewhere.

Which is rare for me. I’ve been sort of up since four am, which isn’t saying much since I went to bed after two. [[MORE]] I was hungry so I ate a piece of bread with peanut butter but we were mostly out of peanut butter. Well, I met this guy at this film festival thing. I came an hour late because I forgot what time it started so I went to this café and got a coffee and a sandwich...

May or may not have given him my number on the back of my lotto ticket. I checked, but I can’t find it so…

I’m trying to get a noise complaint.

Nobody in this beautiful, pluviose city wants to...

Which would make things better.

I’m fucking bored as hell practically every day. Seriously, I could just die. Fucking ennui. I’m bored and I’m pissed off. Sick and tired of this boring bullshit. Fuck it all, Australia this September then.

Fucking sugar ants everywhere every day

I kill them off twice a day and they crop up somewhere new. Die, little cunts, die!

There are no snails in Idaho, There is no thunder on the Coast, But being around people that I know, Is what I miss the most.

Watching all the Resident Evils.

seymour-and-sylvia asked: Your reblog about Cambridge reminded me of something. Tell me I'm not crazy in thinking it's a terrifying and wonderful feeling when you see someone you honestly thought you'd never see again.

dearcoquette: This guy is always looking at me. He is loud and talks with everybody else, but is quiet around me. Why? Because you are the center of the universe.

On vulnerability.

dearcoquette: I’m against it, but would you ever tell a man you loved him first? What are your views on that whole conversation? What conversation? The one you’re having with your cats? Quit playing games. If you love somebody, tell ‘em. Go ahead, be vulnerable.

You know, our power bill this month was the exact same as last month, to the cent.

Huu I don't want to go to work ever

You're so good to me.

A few things I want to say

Maybe assorted images that keep replaying, little phrases that I chew on, etc. [[MORE]] Four orange (fourange) horizontal stacked segments. They hover at the foot of the bed, the heat they radiate weighs on our paired pairs, our twenty toes, like the weight of a dog. You pecked my forehead, leaned up with a sigh and with a sigh of bedsprings a click a whir a hum and those warm, radiant,...

The horrible irony is that yesterday I fake called in sick and blamed it on food poisoning and I think I have food poisoning now.

I love the movie “Kill Bill” but admittedly I have trouble suspending my disbelief. Uma Thurman(’s character) is just such a know-it-all. She just willy-nilly lands in Tokyo and has an expensive motorcycle and expensive gear to ride on and I’m like, “come on, where did you get that?” and I fleetingly picture her fumbling on her first ride. Seriously, though. Did...

I feel like writing little vignettes, but I have only personal experience to act as a background for them. There are things I would change, with “artistic license,” to make it more beautiful, but it just feels like I’m trying to change what actually happened, instead of collaging my memories with little things I think are lovely or tell a strong story.

Airing of an Unpopular Opinion and Assorted...

[[MORE]] I. I have no intrigue pertaining to the Hunger Games. I don’t really know what they’re about, but I have no desire to read the books or watch the movies. Hype is something that gets under my skin. I admit that if I took a look I might actually be really into it like everyone else, but I’m getting tired of seeing it everywhere. II. I feel really fat, poor, and sad...