December 2009
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My clavicle makes it hard to sleep.
Like, very hard. I am not rested.
Bruised pretty bad. It’s become very difficult to sleep on my back now that any kind of option is out of the question.
Also, sore throat. Cereal, orange juice with pulp. My breakfast for the past 2 weeks or so. Very little room for variation. Lunch and dinner are also predestined.
On some other kind of note, this Pink Moth album is like #3 at least.
8am....
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Speaking of comma
Last night, before bed, before coming back home to get into bed, I almost allowed myself to dream a dream. Oh man. Can you imagine if I could like a girl without hating her for being a girl I liked? Oh man. Nice try.
With your smiles and your hands in hair, heads on hands, and eyes, and god knows what else is behind them. I will not walk you to your car. I am not a gentleman.
Except I am.
I am...
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This apple juice tastes like sweat
It’s 12:30. My roommate and I are at odds because I never talk to him, because I always have my headphones on, because that’s rude. If he never talks to me, I almost never talk to him.
Which is half true. Because I have nothing to say. I’d rather read my book or listen to my music. When I do speak, I speak to myself. Or to him, but without concern for him. Or to him, but without...
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Contrary to popular belief, vampires do not need...
The itinerary for tonight: The Modern Vampire Movie
Let the Right One In
Twilight
Thirst
Fist of the Vampire
Lesbian Vampire Killers
Blood: The Last Vampire (2009)
I predict that 60% of this will be terrible.
No turning back now.
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Watchfuckyeahglee:
Quite possibly one of the most adorable interviews ever.
As though I needed yet another reason to love them all.
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We are not think, we are go.
After sleep.
Glee tonight.
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I'm awake (arguably)
That’s how much sleep I get.
I gave in and ate breakfast today. It was good. Bacon and leftover chicken tucked between a bagel. It was good.
Listening to Nathan Johnson, then I’m out.
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"The pic of the girl with the blood is...
Or: Insomnia.
So yeah, I should be asleep. I don’t sleep much these days. It’s draining, but I think I lost my sleep muscle or something. I don’t get tired, but then I pass out.
It’s funny how much more comfortable I feel typing my thoughts when I know no one’s listening.
The hunger doesn’t help. I had a bagel today. Hungercity. I’m broke and will...
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Headaches are the lazerbear of cranium related...
I’m going to write a book where Jesus Christ, Frankenstein, Dracula and Zombie Jackson are roommates and they get into to all kind of crazy shenanigans.
Dracula will be the womanizing playboy, Frankenstein will be the loveable but socially inept dumdum, Zombie Jackson will be the effeminate gay guy, and Jesus will be the token negro, exasperated at how white everyone and everything is.
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They were never really that close.
The bagel lady lost her sister last weekend. She’s doing okay, but it still doesn’t feel real, y’know? Mostly she’s just worried about the kids.
On a very related note, it took me 15 minutes to get my bagel today.
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No one has ever made me an afghan.
And it makes me sad.
My live grandma only makes poems and paintings and stern judgments. And songs for Bob Marley.
I’m in Fontana at Sassi’s house drinking homebrewed beer (I helped) and dealing with WoW troubles. We played all night but hit a snag before morning. I’m really cold, but at least Blizzard has good customer support.
Anyway, I’m engaged in talks to acquire...
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Dead birds on my doorstep.
I miss my cat.
I left him back home, in my youngest brother’s care. He is named after my favourite planet that’s still a planet and he can open doors like magic. He is also an expert at dejugularizing the throats of some of the world’s most harmless creatures. I’m afraid to inquire about him because I’m afraid it will kill him. As it stands right now, he is immortal,...