dry retching

this is the suggested dresscode for a party that started sucking unbearably about two years ago:

Black Fishnets, Black Vinyl, Black Eyeliner, Black New Rocks, Black Hearts, etc

OH HAPPY DAY

I AM GETTING A DUTCH PASSPORT! YESSSSSSS!

hi

every and any red-blooded woman should watch 300 immediately. if i'd known it was full of beautiful men in loincloths, i would have seen it a looong time ago.





num num num.

history dork that i am, i'm now super intrigued by sparta. if anyone can recommend a book that's less than 1000 pages and doesn't read like a textbook on this era, i'd be much obliged.

hotdoll, for your dog's humping pleasure

lookit the little guy go!

ca next week

and i'm finally getting excited. i'm preparing myself to eat the shit out of some mexican food.

spring has sprung, gimme some.

i'll have a side of penis, please

am i going to die?

the endless string of maladies... it continues. today, as i was walking to the dentist to get the sutures removed from my gums, my upper back seized and pain followed. at first i thought i could just wait it out a couple days, but i realized i really couldn't endure it and made a mad dash appointment at a random chiropractor's. he said i had whiplash, brought on by the previous trauma my spine has suffered. what. the. fuck. he did a bit of adjusting - before, i had about 10% mobility in my neck and now it's more like 25%. i'm thanking the stars i still have some vicodin left, but am still in serious pain. so, the question, is this going to end in death or something horrible for me? all these injuries, one after the other... what's going on.

on the questionnaire, it asked if i had been a rocker and/or headbanger. i checked yes.

it's all so clear now

just call me bunny

if i were to leave easter baskets on the desks of my coworkers, signed HELPFUL HINTS from your loving coworker... obviously bulgarian girl would get an assortment of deodorants and body sprays. intern, who is the loudest breather fucking ever! a box of tissues and some nose spray. i'd top it off with a chocolate chip cookie. for editor and bossman, i'm not too sure...

how far do you go

to appease your neighbors? my downstairs neighbor, who's in a cutesy local band, has come up twice asking me to lower the music. he's a very nice guy and has done it in such a nice and pleasant way, and i've felt bad and even embarrassed. the first time i can understand because i was blasting new young pony club at 1:30 and didn't realize the power of my sound sticks. this second time, though, the music didn't sound very loud to me and i would never knowingly blast music at a late hour. i don't need to be told things twice and i would never be rude on purpose. he also asked that i don't play music in the morning. now hang on. i'm not allowed to listen to music as i get ready to go to work?? sometimes i need an extra kick in the ass and need to listen to mstrkrft or justice or something like that. at a decent volume, not so that i can barely hear it. i don't know, am i being unreaosnable or is he?

lately i've been having a hard time getting ouf of the house. one of my last steps is getting dressed, and i'll lie on bed and have a cuddlesesh with sammy for a few minutes while i think about what to wear. i put this off because it's like once i'm dressed, it's time to go. or something like that. well the cuddle sessions have been going for more than 10 minutes recently. sam is loved.

i am super into

cut off your hands

and

so so modern

and


sebastien grainger

did you know spinning class really hurts your butt? the seat totally goes up your bum. ouchies.

hahaha

the other side

so i made it out alive. still not quite sure how, seeing as i didn't get to sleep last night until 11am this morning. uh huh. it was a banging week, yes nb. detoxing is in order for a few days at least. oh and i am not smoking again for a very, very long time. my throat feels like death.