ouch

i feel unidentifiable pain in a difficult to determine place. but something is most definitely wrong.

ouch

i feel unidentifiable pain in a difficult to determine place. but something is most definitely wrong.

untitled on monday

this weekend begged the question, what good is a cagey little crackwhore?

sick of you

i puked in front of the gate to my house yesterday. then i cleaned it up with a tshirt that displayed the name of an ex-boyfriend's band.

a sweatervest don't

there is no reason ever to wear a sweatervest over a sweater.

this weekend

on saturday i bought a hat and a hamburger. on sunday i didnt try to buy things that started with I but maybe i should have.

the struggle ends

any happily ever after picture would include lots and lots of pooh babies every day for years to come.

the end.

party or death for jesus ladies?

should the ladies who hand out watchtower magazines at the BART station be put before a firing squad? or should they be fete'd with a party in their esteemed honor before god and commuters everywhere?

i can't make up my mind.