January 2012
27 posts
I’ve been announcing this like crazy all over the internetz and in real life, but I won’t stop until…I wanna. Guys, I have a personal blog. If I know you in real life, ask me for it/follow me on it. If I don’t know you…who da fuck are you, whatever, god.
I’ll keep posting this till my job is done.
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Thank you for gracing the earth with your music, Etta, you were the best of the best.
Sometimes I am calm and peaceful and sometimes I am evil and quiet and awful. Sometimes I am tired and restless and insane and sometimes I stay in bed all day and watch sitcoms. Sometimes I eat and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I know what to say and sometimes I disappear and pretend and make believe and imagine and create and destroy and quit my job and hide under blankets and sleep....
I’m stuck in a house and it’s cold outside and I have nowhere to go and I wanna go do something reckless and stupid.
I wish I could read people’s minds. These are my frustrations today. I want to be a mindreader and I want to do stupid, stupid shit.
Yet I’m sitting on a computer, completely sober, and I don’t know what anybody is thinking. Dayum.
December 2011
42 posts
I take all that back. Sometimes you just have to sit on the internet and mope.
These are the things you tell yourself when shit gets hard, when you have to put yourself in a situation in which you look stupid and feel embarrassed. You tell yourself that it happens to everyone. You watch a stupid TV show in which the characters get in far more terrible situations than your own. You talk to somebody about something that has nothing to do with the situation at hand. Better yet,...
I HAVE NO COMPUTER = odd absence from Tumblr explained.
So, just for the record, I still exist.
“Each of us has heaven and hell in him.”
– Oscar Wilde (via misswallflower)
Right now I feel happy. I’ve got some tea and honey and I just had me some free pancakes. Tomorrow I’m a nomad again, moving onto a new place of residence. I’m listening to some devil music, I’m surrounded by good friends, and I can feel a little cold air seeping into this warm room. Yes, yes I’m a happy camper.
“I feel as if I’m always on the verge of waking up.”
– Fernando Pessoa (via misswallflower)
Just my opinion and shit, you know how it is.
I’d like to elaborate on a concept I overheard stated today at a very earthy, dare I say forward-thinking, place where I like to spend much of my time: humans aren’t smarter than nature. We like to think we are, really, we like to think we can create these crazy, convenient worlds and wrap ourselves into these weird bubbles that resemble less and less the place we’re...
I just made myself the shittiest coffee ever. True story. It tastes sort of like water, sort of like the idea of coffee to someone who’s only seen pictures of it.
So that’s basically my life right now. I’m living on a couch, drinking shitty coffee.
In case you were feeling bad about your own life, I’m glad I could raise your spirits a little.
