Sunday, August 29, 2004 | 11:17 a.m.

*&$%#! roommate rant!!
fuckin' move out already! panty liners in the kitchen trash is disgusting. pack your shit and get the fuck out. please! i'm begging here. fuck, man. fuuuuuuuuuck!

Tuesday, August 24, 2004 | 8:44 p.m.

vicky**: why cant straight guys ever just be friends?
vicky**: why do they always seem to think they can fuck me too?
....
vicky**: i try to be innocent
vicky**: i really do!
wingdboi: it's not you, sweetie. it's your vagina
wingdboi: it calls to them

Sunday, August 22, 2004 | 2:57 a.m.

"get your lesbian feet out of my shoes!"

"lesbian? her birthday's in march. i thought she was a pisces."

Friday, August 20, 2004 | 6:49 p.m.

link: savage love, bread basket case

"...my deepest, darkest fantasy: finding an aggressively dominant bottom who will sit on my cock while smothering me with a loaf of white bread."

Wednesday, August 18, 2004 | 1:47 p.m.

*&$%#! roommate rant!!
oh she's good. finally some light at the end of the fuckin' tunnel. she's supposed to move out at the end of the month. ads have been placed. interviews with potential roommates have been set up. but now ...now there's crying into her cellphone. not sure who exactly but i would not be surprised if it's mark. if he caves, i'll be REALLY pissed. this is bullshit. he can't be this dumb not to see how much he's being used.

Thursday, August 12, 2004 | 12:55 a.m.

link: woman dies after being surgically removed from couch

good lord. how does something like this happen? fuck. how do you let yourself come to that? that's really sad. what about going to the bathroom?

Saturday, August 07, 2004 | 2:55 a.m.

< /mood swing >

things sort of worked out. at least i don't hate everyone and everything around me and i have a working cellphone again. working cellphones are good. very good. especially when you no longer have a landline. went grocery shopping so at least i won't starve over the weekend.

i want these boots. badly.

Thursday, August 05, 2004 | 12:09 a.m.

< mood swing >

i hate my life and everything around me right now. i'm eating an almond veggie burger i didn't finish at a place in soho earlier. i'm drinking a mike's hard lemonade. i'm listening to 'tiny vessels' by death cab for cutie on loop. the song has played three times already. i have a slight headache. i feel like screaming/crying/punching something/hurting myself/falling to the floor/running away/being held and lied to. i felt attractive on the bus home. i don't feel attractive anymore. i hate everything i own right now. it all feels like bullshit.

it's raining lightly. i hope it fuckin' pours. i hope it pours and i hope tomorrow's wet and gross and sad. i'm a selfish fucker. if i can't cry why not have the clouds do so?

'i, robot' was just as i expected. i didn't hate it. i didn't really like it. it's all left me already.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004 | 7:27 p.m.

husani**: oh! i get reduced rent! 950 cuz now we're in charge of putting the garbage to the curb, hehe
wingdboi: niiiiiice
wingdboi: i should do that. garbage = this cunt i share living space with
husani**: LMAO
husani**: throw her in a plastic bag
husani**: (...hi, mr. ashcroft!)
wingdboi: *waves at johnny*

Tuesday, August 03, 2004 | 6:46 p.m.

a few pictures i took last week at the jersey shore. a totally unexpected and great trip:


hiding next to the lifeguard tower

no bathing or swimming.
what about sex (unprotected)?

feet on boardwalk

mmm. bliss.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004 | 6:24 p.m.

oh and i am horny as all fuck right now. perpetual hardon yet i refuse myself release right now. no idea why i do this when i should just jackoff and go take a shower before fixing dinner.

gaaaaah!

Tuesday, August 03, 2004 | 6:14 p.m.

*&$%#! roommate rant!!
i try so hard not to hate these people. really i do but they make it so fuckin' hard. the constant bullshit. they're not leaving any time soon. i can feel it. mark is completely fooling himself and i continue to get the short end.

stop using my dishes already! fuck. there's no reason to. and if you use them, don't put them back in the cupboard with yours, fucker. you know they're not yours and it's clear that mine are in one corner while you pretty much take up the rest of all the cupboards. fuckin' red virus, this girl is. and stop smoking, ye cunt!