Sarah - if you ever read this, give me a call so I can buy your tickets! I lost your number. 
Time to make holiday plans. It looks like I'm going home for two weeks. It has been raining a lot so I am really missing Portland like mad. LA isn't as friendly in the rain as Portland is. I have lost contact with practically everyone I knew in P-town so it might be depressing to be home and lonely, not knowing how to get in touch with my friends. I hope I can find some of them in the places I used to go to.
Reagan left, which is always a little depressing. Hopefully she will come back soon. I am lonely today without her. Two days now, I have wanted mojitos and I can't get anyone to go drink them with me. I have come so close a few times. Dammit, please! *shakes fist* DAMMIIITTT! The weekend is almost over and it seems like such a waste. I took my camera in to get fixed after someone *dropped* it. It will cost probably 200 bucks and it will still be fucked looking.
This weekend makes me want to run away and hide from it. I hate the cat, I hate wet jeans and cold houses and shivering on the toilet seat and dirty sinks and honey stuck to the bottom of my socks. Melted ice cubes on the kitchen floor, cat shit on the wall by the litter box, dusty bedspreads making my nose itch and couch cushions mashed to leave me feeling unbalanced and always falling into a hole. I hate freeways and airports and surface streets and two hour drives to pick up breakfast. I hate getting my ass kicked in halo2, constantly being on the verge of throwing up my hands and throwing in the towell, constantly feeling unsatisfied by whatever I eat and smoke and put into my body. I hate that I'm kidding myself about what I want, I hate that I'm supposed to be satisfied and I'm so clearly not. But, in the end I have nothing to be unhappy about, I just feel like being unhappy right now. Ok?
Time to make holiday plans. It looks like I'm going home for two weeks. It has been raining a lot so I am really missing Portland like mad. LA isn't as friendly in the rain as Portland is. I have lost contact with practically everyone I knew in P-town so it might be depressing to be home and lonely, not knowing how to get in touch with my friends. I hope I can find some of them in the places I used to go to.
Reagan left, which is always a little depressing. Hopefully she will come back soon. I am lonely today without her. Two days now, I have wanted mojitos and I can't get anyone to go drink them with me. I have come so close a few times. Dammit, please! *shakes fist* DAMMIIITTT! The weekend is almost over and it seems like such a waste. I took my camera in to get fixed after someone *dropped* it. It will cost probably 200 bucks and it will still be fucked looking.
This weekend makes me want to run away and hide from it. I hate the cat, I hate wet jeans and cold houses and shivering on the toilet seat and dirty sinks and honey stuck to the bottom of my socks. Melted ice cubes on the kitchen floor, cat shit on the wall by the litter box, dusty bedspreads making my nose itch and couch cushions mashed to leave me feeling unbalanced and always falling into a hole. I hate freeways and airports and surface streets and two hour drives to pick up breakfast. I hate getting my ass kicked in halo2, constantly being on the verge of throwing up my hands and throwing in the towell, constantly feeling unsatisfied by whatever I eat and smoke and put into my body. I hate that I'm kidding myself about what I want, I hate that I'm supposed to be satisfied and I'm so clearly not. But, in the end I have nothing to be unhappy about, I just feel like being unhappy right now. Ok?
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And ill drink mojitos with ya