my whore roommate drank all the fucking diet coke and took all my muscle relaxants. my ex-boyfriend won't sleep with me. i lost my favorite cure c.d. my date for the poolhall formal cancelled. and i'm fat.
"Mahdi" and I both went to Franklin.. he transferred from Marshall though, that's why I asked.
And if you had friends at Franklin, i'm sure I know them, unless they were jocks. I know everybody. this whole site is one big Kevin Bacon experiment, but instead of six degrees, it's two.. pdx is small, but man.. I didn't know it was this small.
i just sent a really stupid email to my ex-boyfriend, and spent the past hour on the phone with computer user services begging them to do something about it. so if anyone happens to know a guy named david in utah, tell him it was a joke. ha. funny.
I should hook you up with my ex-girlfriend. She used to work at a networking company and was able to hack into all my e-mail accounts. Real nice.
She can go in read messages, save them as unread or delete messages which is I guess what you would like to do in this case.
I need to go back to sleep now.
Possibly vomit soon.
ok, so i'm a big huge dork because today i cried during that sheryl crow/kidrock country love ballad thingy. and i can't even blame it on p.m.s. i feel like i'm slowly, insideously becoming my mother, who by the way, made me go to the airport 3 freakin hours before my flight.
but today was the "donna martin graduates" episode, so that made me happy.... Read More
tonight i went to the frolic room and drank gin and tonics with this guy who looked like every guy in l.a.. he was writing a screenplay OF COURSE and smoking winstons OF COURSE and told me i was "in a kind of brechtian denial" about my ex-boyfriend. jesus.
i'm going back to portland tomorrow. who wants to pick me up from the airport?
hehe.. your encounter with mr. la-man sounds very cute. i like the "brechtian denial" bit. that's very pseudo-intellectual of him.
when do you get in to portland?
oh - and you should email me or something with the rant you wrote or some approximation thereof.. i'd be very very very interested to hear what you have to say about social stuff and meds..
's probably because you didn't have anyone in there to vouch for you.. they try to keep it just to people that someone else knows. i'll tell them they're bitches and that you should be there. apply again...
lately i feel like i'm sleeping my whole life away.
i went over to my best friend's house and we ate glazed donut holes and drank chianti out of plastic cups and talked about when guys do weird shit in bed (not "kinky" but straight up weird ass shit) and you kinda wanna be like "hey guy, whatcha doin down there?" but you don't want... Read More
daisuki said on Mar 19, 2003 07:59 AM
thanks, i like your photo too. anyone ever tell you you look like jesus?
Funny you took note of the resemblance. Actually my great great X20 grandmother fucked Jesus. All my relatives are sort of whores you see. And the bastardly offsping somehow tunrned into me waaaay down the line. It's kind of a creepy story that I don't tell too many people so you should feel honored.
today was the episode where dylan's dad died in the car explosion, and dylan falls to the ground screaming. just as they're about to rebuild a new life together as father and son. tragic.
and that stupid bitch brenda uses it as an opportunity to get back together with him. whore.
tomorrow i'm going to moca to get ideas for things i can rip off... Read More
you got up out of bed
you said you had a lot of work to do
but i heard the rest in your head
and almost immediately
i felt sorry
cuz i didn't think this would happen again
Are you out there?
Shit....
I hope you didn't really take my advise.