[and i walk. a space left for two. and i wait. to wake next to you.]
i think i was given the offer of a lifetime this week.
i've spent six hundred dollars since saturday.
there's something so glamourous about my life this very second.
mike fell asleep at around spun o'clock during our drug related movie fest.
there's no way i'm sitting here for more than an hour.
who reads this? seriously. comment and leave your name. i don't even care who you are.
who spends thirty dollars on eye shadow?
stir frys are such a quick and easy way to entertain.
but cocaine is, too, i hear.
my seventy four year old aunt informed me that my jeans were all torn up and i was embarrassed.
doomriders is coming to town. nate tastes like cinnamon.
december thirteenth is closer than it was yesterday.
someone asked me how i felt about children and i blurted out, 'i fucking hate kids.' when he said, 'oh. i've always wanted a son.' i realized that i don't take the lives of other people seriously... which is fine.
my phone rings more at three and four in the morning than it does any other time.
the majority of what i write in here is completely worthless.
are people supposed to actually watch television? because i've been staring at direct tv for a month and i haven't absorbed anything.
acrylics should be permanent-er.
when you buy a two hundred dollar coat and say, 'it's cheaper than the shoes you just bought.' you have a problem. that's why i bargain shop... on mondays.

gloom
- posted by angela @ 4:31 AM