lyris

THE SUCK.

i'd be pissed... i'd be really sad... i'd be worried and annoyed, but as of a few days ago i don't really feel anything at all except for a constant, nagging urge to kick things. it's interesting. i've never NOT felt before. i'm intregued by the sensation of not feeling. no wonder amelia thought i was crazy when we were 12. this is the life, man. i tell you.



also:

i am sick of love and vegetables.
again, i'd be pissed and hurt and i'd probably cry, but i can't.


i also went to a metal show. i say metal because that's what makes sense to me. apparently the correct genre is "stoner rock". anyway it was far and away what i needed. got all slutted up and went out to feel the music. damnweevil played and i have a friend in the band which is really why i was there. roanoke was before them and fuck if i don't love them. i bought their cd and they told me that they were impressed that i could pull off leather pants. nothing to make you feel good about yourself after someone tells you they don't care about you like other people hitting on you.


and today i lost my purse on the way to the airport. some guy found it at the max station and proceeded to use my phone to call amelia and my mom and my dad and who knows who else trying to find me. he wanted a reward. when i managed to get ahold of him i informed him of my "student status" and he said that he would take it to reed anyway, as though he was an angel and shouldn't be expected to do anything of the kind. what the fuck ever. i cancelled my credit card, and there's no address to go allong with the keys so everything is fine. he can have the two bucks and the tampon. fuck if i care.