This week on clearance: My Soul

He said, "she's like a modern day Aretha Franklin and shit." So I'm thinking, "alright, this might not be so bad."

fuck this tone deaf bitch and her Fiona Apple ripoffs.

sometimes getting a life means leaving your own and nobody wants to think about that. or do they?

There's glass being shoved through my feet and well up into my legs, all the while I'm falling through the floor beneath me completely and all I wanna do is lay down.

Accomplishments and adventures, or one in the same

holy fuck the discipline. sometimes I feel like my head is going to explode and my skin will pop right off my flesh, but it doesn't.

I took a picture, many pictures. but this one got an award, and a check, and an open bar....not to mention a reason to dress up. I found out you don't actually have to wear your shoes to receive it either.

I was caught being totally over standing and sitting and standing and condensing to single file on a big screen while chewing gum and rolling my eyes. but at least I got a degree.

the stars were wild'n out tonight, this morning rather, and the moonlanding made me proud along the way. high-five. the runaway spot was dangerous this time, and never worked, but the room next door was making a smell of a profit(phet?) I'm sure, and the sight of the sheets made my skin feel all crawly and unbalanced.

f.u.c.k.i.n.g.r.i.d.i.c.u.l.o.u.s

dreams that come true are 24hr dunkin donuts.

in no time we traveled back through time to the 70s. the king size bed and the awesome wee hour television programming we'd been seeking. not to mention, the phone in the loo.