"Why was there bacon in the soap!?!?!"
Hello. My name is Eryn, and I used to be a Weezer fan
Beverly Hills. What a crock of shit. I normally dont talk about bands selling out, because in the very basic sense of having a record deal means that youre selling out for something, and Im not saying that theres anything wrong with it, cause if I could, Id sell out faster than Red Sox tickets on opening day, but Jesus Fuckin Christ.
No wonder the rest of the US has this fucked up, idealized, glittery, smothered with lips, hips, tits and ass view of CaliforniaThat and the O.C
The new Weezer album makes me want to make little sicky noises
I have the next two days offwhich I decided will really feel like four, since I got off this morning at seven, I dont work tomorrow, or the next day, and the day after that I dont work until seven at night. Im going to get my hair cutI want a mohawk again, but it wont be as severe as last times tri-hawk, which was just flat out wickedI yearn to be a bum
I need to take Fenway to the vet doctorpoor pussycat
And because I just got paid and am no longer poor, I am going to go spend money frivolously like I do best
(Pay)day is my favorite time of year
It's 0630 and I haven't slept all night. I'm not tired. Far from it actually. I didn't want to be a zombie all day, so I took my meds around 0230. I then spent the wee-morning hours trying to find a 24-hour vet. They don't exsist, and if they do, I don't know where to find them. I just hate waiting. I'm terribly impatient. I want Fen to get better now. I'm a ghastly parent, I actually started to cry when she came and jumped on my lap. She rubbed all over me and was purring like a well-maintained Italian sports car. I don't deserve her love. I'm just glad that I can finally afford to get her looked at.
I can't even take care of myself. How did I think that I could be responsible for another life? Jesus. I'm going to go drown myself in the shower...or at least wash my eye make-up off so I don't look like I've been up all fucking night.
Hello. My name is Eryn, and I used to be a Weezer fan
Beverly Hills. What a crock of shit. I normally dont talk about bands selling out, because in the very basic sense of having a record deal means that youre selling out for something, and Im not saying that theres anything wrong with it, cause if I could, Id sell out faster than Red Sox tickets on opening day, but Jesus Fuckin Christ.
No wonder the rest of the US has this fucked up, idealized, glittery, smothered with lips, hips, tits and ass view of CaliforniaThat and the O.C
The new Weezer album makes me want to make little sicky noises

I have the next two days offwhich I decided will really feel like four, since I got off this morning at seven, I dont work tomorrow, or the next day, and the day after that I dont work until seven at night. Im going to get my hair cutI want a mohawk again, but it wont be as severe as last times tri-hawk, which was just flat out wickedI yearn to be a bum
I need to take Fenway to the vet doctorpoor pussycat
And because I just got paid and am no longer poor, I am going to go spend money frivolously like I do best
(Pay)day is my favorite time of year
It's 0630 and I haven't slept all night. I'm not tired. Far from it actually. I didn't want to be a zombie all day, so I took my meds around 0230. I then spent the wee-morning hours trying to find a 24-hour vet. They don't exsist, and if they do, I don't know where to find them. I just hate waiting. I'm terribly impatient. I want Fen to get better now. I'm a ghastly parent, I actually started to cry when she came and jumped on my lap. She rubbed all over me and was purring like a well-maintained Italian sports car. I don't deserve her love. I'm just glad that I can finally afford to get her looked at.
I can't even take care of myself. How did I think that I could be responsible for another life? Jesus. I'm going to go drown myself in the shower...or at least wash my eye make-up off so I don't look like I've been up all fucking night.
















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-the geist
I like 'So long and thanks' and 'Ribbed'.