desidia

I didn't get a chance to eat much of the ice cream and I forgot the soda completely which is saddening.

I wonder if I'll get to make out again this year. I wonder what I'll do for my birthday. Maybe I can go to Portland for the SGB show and stay for Halloween. Maybe I'll take up sport hunting and chewing tobacco because I...
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In celebration of... umm...

Anyway I overdrew my account on ice cream, soda, vodka and pizza! Huzzah!

On a scale of one to ten my life just moved up from negative three to negative two. Yay! This means its safe to post and update on the site without uncontrollable breakdowns of depression and/or being a complete emo fuck.

Seriously though, those arteries are harder to...
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Those arteries are deeper than they look but I have the rest of my life to keep trying.

I can't express the fear, the dissapointment and the despair I'm feeling and just how much I want to die. I guess its time to go anonymous.

Okay, okay... I'm calm. and when I say calm I mean drunk.

Faux absinthe, while horrible straight as well with the traditional sugar cube, is in fact acceptable when mixed with root beer.

You certainly wouldn't want to use the same alchohol/soda ratio as you would an average mixed drink. add half the amount you would other liqour and you will already find what once...
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Well I got to breathe a sigh of relief but my problems still aren't solved, the deadlines just pushed back. This does not make me any happier. This was not my idea. How does sending me away to Petaluma for a month help me get a job and apartment in Berkely? This is stuffing trouble into a drawer instead of addressing it. People are rather...
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Disregard that last entry. Setting goals for the future was apparently a huge waste of time. I've been putting a lot of thought over it for the past few hours and my brilliant idea is learning to tie a noose. Was I should say.

Its not an ideal rope but I think it'll hold. My main concern is that this will have to be tied...
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I apologize for my years of being a whiny melodramatic jackass. Really I do. With God's help I aim to conquer this terrible affliction.

Out of desperation I'm trying to reach for the stars, achieve my goals, stop being myself, act like a normal person.

In an attempt to get drunk start working towards my ideal career of tattoo artist I am attempting to create...
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I'm not sure I understand this job market thing. Actually, I'm well aware I don't understand. All day I see men with pants up to their ribcages, faces half imploded, glass eyed stares. All employed.

Its frustrating being intelligent, attractive and with an above average sence of style and yet unemplyable. Although it appeases me on a philosophical level, the fact that my misanthropy and...
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Old News: The world has ended.

New News: Cake sounds really good right now. I've had a craving to attend a wedding all week and seeing Corpse Bride and this desire for cake isn't helping.

Weddings have free booze, free food, free cake and are generally hilarious.

I'd love to have a wedding someday if it didn't involve getting married. It would be at least...
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Still so far from what I want to be doing. Alone in a dark house, just me and some cats. A carton of cloves, a cabinet of absinthe. Painting scorpions and spinal columns until I die young and gorgeous.

I could have sworn at the start of the week there was only one archive girl in my favourites.

Didn't get the job. Again. I am unemployable. Leaving to drop off another hundred applications once again. I might as well just move back in with my parents now

I want hashbrowns. I miss Portland.