in which i set myself on fire

hello. tomorrow i have to perform a one person show in which i kill myself in the end by sticking my head in the oven, then go to my freshman level english class, then be one of two witnesses in my professor's wedding, then see a production of An Ideal Husband where all of the actors are in wheelchairs.

really all i can think about is how drunk i should be for the wedding/what shoes i should wear to the wedding. i'm thinkin these

pachelbel

been listenin to a lot of this song lately. i guess that makes me soft, so fuck you.

David Fray

saw this guy perform the other night. but it is complicated cause at first i thought he was a she and i was totally ready to give into lesbianism. then i realized her name was david, so probably not a girl. i felt confused afterward, and it didn't help that when i got to my car it was covered in rats. god was punishing me for thinkin about being gay.

umm. he's good.

sorry

dear queenpinkdiamond,

SORRY. stop yelling at me. i've been busy wearing scarves, painting my nails, and trying not to drink, which has resulted in me drinking more than ever. challenge accepted, you know? anyway, Amy darling won a grammy tonight, so now i know rainbows are real and so are kittens.



this is more or less what i look like now, mainly less though cause i thought i looked all ethnic in this pic, but turns out i was just a little cross-eyed and down on love.

well, better get back to sending super inappropriate e-mails to muh teachers and drinking some hot Coors Light, CAUSE YOU GOTSTA HAVE DA BUMP.

some movies i've had sex to.

and harry potter, of course.