May 2012
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In order to escape the fleas, I flee (ha ha get it?) to my boyfriend’s house. I turn on the shower and am warmly greeted by a scuttling soon to be drowned roach. Side notes: his bathroom smells awful/ he just left for a twenty day trip to Jamaica. I proceed to toss the dead roach in the toilet and find tons of pee that he forgot to flush in the bowl. Good god, everyone/thing is so gross. I...
April 2012
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There is no joy like the joy of sitting in your bed, alone, eating nachos, and watching 30 Rock. It’s up there with completing a crossword puzzle.
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Don't force it
I’m just going to eat chips for dinner and sit here until my brain starts to work again.
Everything is making me feel strange and icky. Especially the brie cheese.
heartworm
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.
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I lie in bed and wish for a thunder storm. I recall the nights of rain when I lived back at home; the way the lightning illuminated the outlines of swaying palm trees against my blinds. The loud crashes and crackles didn’t scare me, but instead I enjoyed them because I was home and because I was home, I was safe. I wonder what pizza with scrambled eggs tastes like. I was happy when my parents put...
J’ai mange trop pizza. Je suis grosse.
