saturday, november 9

So in tonight's news: updated the Playlist section. Waiting for Luke's stepsister to get off the freaking phone. Trying to figure out how I will avoid feeling like a loser on my birthday, which is in a week. Eating soup. Hoping my insomnia abates soon. Hoping Insound.com will give me an internship. Lodging several complaints against the wannabe high school dealer (oh no, he should not have messed with me - I know my painkillers buddy). Wishing I could get a kitty or a puppy or a bunny or some other small furry animal. Rusty James is a cutie, but he cannot be cuddled sadly. And I think that's it. Yeah, that's it. [10:50 PM]

friday, november 8

Just a tip: never buy drugs from high school seniors in New York City. You will get ripped off. Not because they're assholes, but just because they have no clue in hell what they're selling.

Should've just gone to the fucking park... [11:41 PM]

thursday, november 7

OK so I've been negligent in updating my blog...

Last Tuesday I answered an ad from a non-profit organization asking for help in preparing a mass mailing. Well, I assumed of course that I would be walking into a relatively well-orchestrated effort in a normal office with NORMAL people supervising me. Wrong. I guess I should've expected it considering the organization was an advocacy group for Borderline Personality Disorder. The "office" was a ramshackle loft in Soho, covered in floor-to-ceiling trash, and this entire operation was being coordinated by one woman. It was $8 an hour...and if it had been any less I would have walked out the door the minute the psychopath I was working for opened her mouth. She bitched at me the entire time for not folding/stuffing/sealing fast enough. Yeah, well I guess maybe you shouldn't have given yourself four days to mail out a hundred and fifty thousand leaflets.

Today I accidentally bashed a hole in Rusty James's glass fishbowl. I felt so guilty. It was like I'd burnt down his house or something. The situation was quickly rectified, although I got heckled by a panhandler outside of Petco. I don't understand why they think you'll give them money if they hurl verbal abuse at you.

My webcam is now up and running. The ensuing hilarity may be viewed here.

And finally, I found the coolest Shockwave South Park Studio where you can render yourself Kyle/Cartman/Stan-style. Here's me and Luke:

Cute, aren't we. [8:59 PM]

tuesday, november 5

Right now I am: writing a paper on Kerouac. Listening to Underworld. Reflecting that Underworld is probably one of my favorite musical groups of all time. Just don't listen to "Rowla" while stoned: you'll get brain damage.

And in other news, it seems like Luke's medicine might be kicking in already. At least he's managed to give some good insightful thought into some real pertinent issues (other than just ruminations on his latest obsession with prepositions - yes, he is obsessed with prepositions, my boyfriend the linguistics geek). He just told me that he'd written a letter to his therapist and he was "shaking" afterwards. Sad, but at least something is getting out. Fingers crossed that his condition continues to improve. And...I think it will. It will. [8:34 PM]

monday, november 4

There is a secret way. He stands in the hallway. Do you know what is done? Heard they found you locked up inside, found my way back home back home. Insomnia around you. No one seemed to notice. Asleep on the floor. I'm not afraid now I'm not afraid now. Sometimes invisible. Flying on the water. Am I really? Thought I was unaware. Walked through the churchyard plastic flowers licked undone sun-dried eyes and lullabies. Sonic hit. Rolling wet by the cool grass. Seven-glass. And she held herself under the water...and he held himself under the water... [11:37 PM]

sunday, november 3

Nothing to say today, except I am putting one foot in front of the other despite the meaningless of this act, and hoping for a light, a reason, a threadbare piece of hope. This all seems strangely familiar, but then, all misery seems familiar. That, at least, is one thing I know well. [9:45 PM]