waxangel

Things are looking up.

Thanks so much to all of my wonderful friends who offered support and love.


Depression gives me really strange dreams. Two nights ago, I punched George W. in the nose because he wouldn't stop touching me. He was like, "Oooh, you're in trouble now, I'm telling the Secret Service."

I was like, "Bitch, go ahead and squeal, I'll tell them you're a big gay molester."

He shut up.

Then I fucked one of his daughters. I don't remember which one.



Last night my roommates decided to move the entire house to Berkeley without my consent, and I was pissed. We had some huge house party, where I punched out the DJ because he sucked. Then everything deteriorated into some weird Alien-esque scene, replete with escaped alien offspring.

Craziness.


For those of you who have called or messaged me in the last week, my phone is working again, I got a new charger. So I'll try and get back to all of you in the next few days.