A 19 year old stripper in Eugene has been messaging most of the night on myspace and even after several cold, concise, single sentence replies she still was just short of pleading for me to come see her dance. When I declined and responded I was moving to the east coast to become a pornstar she told me she was offered $1,000 plus flight fare... Read More
Glad you like the pics... hopefully I'll get onto the dissection project at my uni next year- so I can draw the full range of cadavarous bits and pices for you
Well I was going to wait until Nixon figured it out herself so I could get mad at how long it took... but after four days I just didn't have the energy.
Theres two neon palm trees in the otherwise funeralesque rosegarden of my mind.
Indeed. This is the crux of the problem. I'm used to having someone who hangs out wityh me, sleeps with me, AND lets me do whatever I want. I think I got spoiled...
There never was any light at the end of the tunnel.
Unemployment benefits denied.
I'm never getting out of here alive.
I can't even leech of the state like every other bad-toothed bumpkin in a baseball cap out here. Its been six months and I've had one job interview. I can't even get a fast food job.
*self-dictated but not actually written up at the Eugene City Library 03/08/06 5:00pm*
It has not been the best of days.
I do not particularly care to get up at six in the morning to walk for miles in strong winds and freezing rains until five in the evening, only breaking to fill out applications in fast food restaraunts and get in skirmishes at bus... Read More
i had these converse allstars in highschool that i had totally painted up with nail polish and shit. they were pretty awesome. anyway, some guys at school tried to insult me by calling them magic shoes. i could tell by the tone and such that he was trying to make fun of me, but really i thought it was a compliment.
i also got called out in a grocery store once for being 'kelly osbourn.' that i did find insulting.
but come on, bowie? that's definitely a compliment.
well it doesn't look like Morgans going to update my journal anytime soon... some secretary she is...
so uhm... interesting dreams lately. last night I had given up on staying with my parents and went to live on the streets. I was sleeping on a soiled futon mattress behind an abandoned building in a construction yard in LA. Somehow I discovered and yet wasn't... Read More