goddamn, i've been eating way too much lately. (and i've been starting way too many sentences with "goddamn".) i think i've gained weight since moving back in with my parents. this is the result of sexual frustration -the likes of which i have never known before 
. plus i've been bleeeding like a goddamn maniac for the past two days. i wish i could be one of those people that doesn't eat when they are feeling blue.
somebody just please give me a goddamn hug. and while you're at it undress me, too. and could you tuck me in. and read me a bedtime story. and you better lay down next to me just untill i fall asleep. and yeah, just put your hand right there. no -over a little. ok right there...
exactly three months from tomorrow my plane leaves austin for vancouver BC. i am so fucking excited. i can't wait to be anonymous again and to explore a vast and beautiful new city. i hate being in this small town right now. i miss austin. i miss my neighborhood. i miss riding my bike to barton springs at 9pm and floating in the 68 degree water on my back and looking at the stars. i miss alamo drafthouse -though i did get to catch Harold and Maude last week when i was in town. i miss walking my puglet down the street and hearing live music from twelve different bands at twelve different restaurants we passed. i miss my friends at my old workplace. i miss selling herbs and vitamins to crotchity old hippies in south austin. i miss walking alone to get coffee at 1am. i miss the noise. i miss the bus and having conversations with trent the rasta almost everyday on my way to work. i miss waiting all week for the new chronicle to come out on thursday to see what special screenings are going on and what bands are coming to town. i miss the city. i miss my goddamn annonymity.
you can't escape people in a small town. everyone knows everyone elses goddamn business. you can't avoid history and drama. when you run in to the grocery store to buy goddamn tampons at ten o clock at night you see your 9th grade english teacher with the fucked up crazy eye, some dude who slept on your couch at a party at your house once and WOULD NOT fucking leave till like noon the next day, your old boss at the hospital who didnt like you after you got your first tattoo -fuckin' cunt, and worst of all your ex-best friend who is now addicted to meth. i just don't have the energy to touch that tragedy right now...
im tired.
three more months.
. plus i've been bleeeding like a goddamn maniac for the past two days. i wish i could be one of those people that doesn't eat when they are feeling blue.
somebody just please give me a goddamn hug. and while you're at it undress me, too. and could you tuck me in. and read me a bedtime story. and you better lay down next to me just untill i fall asleep. and yeah, just put your hand right there. no -over a little. ok right there...
exactly three months from tomorrow my plane leaves austin for vancouver BC. i am so fucking excited. i can't wait to be anonymous again and to explore a vast and beautiful new city. i hate being in this small town right now. i miss austin. i miss my neighborhood. i miss riding my bike to barton springs at 9pm and floating in the 68 degree water on my back and looking at the stars. i miss alamo drafthouse -though i did get to catch Harold and Maude last week when i was in town. i miss walking my puglet down the street and hearing live music from twelve different bands at twelve different restaurants we passed. i miss my friends at my old workplace. i miss selling herbs and vitamins to crotchity old hippies in south austin. i miss walking alone to get coffee at 1am. i miss the noise. i miss the bus and having conversations with trent the rasta almost everyday on my way to work. i miss waiting all week for the new chronicle to come out on thursday to see what special screenings are going on and what bands are coming to town. i miss the city. i miss my goddamn annonymity.
you can't escape people in a small town. everyone knows everyone elses goddamn business. you can't avoid history and drama. when you run in to the grocery store to buy goddamn tampons at ten o clock at night you see your 9th grade english teacher with the fucked up crazy eye, some dude who slept on your couch at a party at your house once and WOULD NOT fucking leave till like noon the next day, your old boss at the hospital who didnt like you after you got your first tattoo -fuckin' cunt, and worst of all your ex-best friend who is now addicted to meth. i just don't have the energy to touch that tragedy right now...
im tired.
three more months.
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shesinparties:
jeez, i was just in bumfuck for 3 days, and could not wait to get the fuck back home 
shesinparties:
pup is now scratched, now scratch yours for me 