February 2010
I’m about to pull my hair out, I’m so fucking stressed.
Jesus fucking christ. I want to kick everyone’s ass and then my own.
Really want to see The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus.
January 2010
“Yes, I’m lonely.”
We have the same taste in music. And it is incredible. I want to dance to this song with you, only we would be able to dance to it. I hardly even know you, but it is us.
I am in a funk.
Dynamite Mine by Murder by Death.
“I got you in my pocket for when I get home, I keep you in my pocket for when I get home.”
“Gnawing on the prey, I think about you some.”
Feeling very nostalgic today.
Mason, perhaps I want you so badly because you remind me of some sort of criminal investigator from Victoria London. The small, but nice ponytail is what it is, maybe. I’m supposed to go out with Mike for wine tomorrow, and Mason will probably be there. I don’t know how I’ll play this, but I have to figure it out.
Club VIP was interesting. Very odd experience at one point. Disturbing. It was a good night, though.
THE PHASES
Phase 1: Talk to Ryan - COMPLETE!
Phase 2: Talk to Ryan about movies - COMPLETE!
Phase 3: Become friends with Ryan on facebook
Phase 4: Get his number
Phase 5: Touch his arm/leg/penis/balls/asshole/anything
…..Will come up with the rest later.
Those smells!
“I FUCKED AN AMERICAN CUNT.”
“We haven’t even started and it’s almost the end; we haven’t talked it over, in fact, we haven’t said anything.”
WHAT THE HELL IS ON YOUR MIND? I’d like to think that I don’t have this huge thing for you, but the fact that I am trying to negate all of that, just makes it more obvious to myself.
Mason/Casual Ageist/fuck you.
14/whatever% Nihilist.
The Bird and the Bee.
“Because, because I’m sick of all the bones you throw. Because, because there’s nothing from the seeds you sow.”
Mind is swirling. Need to vent.
Dinner, Mike’s hookah bar, and wine with Liz and Chloe tonight. Hopefully I’ll meet a fine man.
I just want it to be tomorrow night already so I can be at Petra smoking hookah and with Liz and Chloe. And hopefully some fine men.
I JUST WANT TO GO TO A MALE STRIP CLUB OR GET SOME SWEET ACTION OR BOTH MY FUCKING GOD IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK? I HAVE ALL THIS DAMNED PENT UP SEXUAL FRUSTRATION
The way I see it, if you want to pursue me, you will.
Now that I’ve heard that, I just… don’t even want to try anymore.
Sasha Fierce is the dumbest fucking name I’ve ever heard, next to Lady Gaga.
WHY AM I SUCH A FUCKING PUSSY. GODDAMN, IT’S JUST GCHAT
“I wanna touch you, I wanna taste you, I wanna take you, invade you, degrade you.”
“Take off your sweater, your shoes, and your shirt, and get to work.”
“There’s a man who runs this place, built like a chimney and hits like Joe...”
– Murder by Death
AND NOW WE HAVE PROGRESSED FROM TEXT TO GOOGLECHAT (MASON, NOT SEXUAL CONQUEST). Not sure if that’s really a progression, though.
