ghiving it up

Procrastination is an art for you. I'm not sure why I'm so emotional today. I went through what I think is the depression stage of minimac the jack russell dying, the depression was on Monday and the death of minimac was almost a month ago, I guess. I'm not getting up to find my calendar. If I get up, I might never come back. I stayed up all night sunday to monday, and then most of last night, too. I stayed off the internets, though, because I have been on here too much lately and not finding what I want. Well, maybe I found it, but the ensuing mental breakdown left me sobbing in front of the bathroom sink while cutting my fingernails with scissors. Not too attractive, but bloodless and the roommate never heard because he was not home.
More to say? Someone said, to paraphrase, we're not monks, and we can't endure that situation. Living with my ex is shikso, because of the guilt, because we still usually sleep in the same bed, because he reads into my emotions and he's always wrong, but he rescues me, too. I probably told you about my crushes. When nobody else is there for me, he finds me and takes me home. Then again, I'm not a worm-filled, starving, side and head gashed puppy who might be put down. I think I'm a person. Or a pear. Even a plum, if we're talking about fruit. I swear I will be all right.
I had to write my own obituary for school. I used some lines from a friend's. I hope he doesn't mind. If my expseudohusband ever said anything I agreed with, "you can't get cooler than a junkie." Delivered with empathy, we were one again. I could tell you the chamomile tea story. That's a bad one. I feel like I don't want to try before the roomie gets home, but it is a short story.
Also, I can't lock the privacy, fare as I know, so babies:
i got ril sick and he left me on the bathroom floor with a cup of chamomile tea with the bag still in it. a few hours later I got up and crawled into bed where he was (lying?) with his big foot out of the covers.
so, the theme is bathroom floor. and sore neck. and how I do love to cry.

It works! Nice.

lol

It's the sound of wfnx and the waves on concrete. Could this be the second time?

Intro to you

"one foolish line"
-"amor fati"

kitty paws

first thing I see besides an advertisement for flip-flops.
OKAYYYYYYYYY:

into the depths of the unknown to discover the new

-Baudelaire

2. Listnin to "if you fear dying" by One Day as a Lion

3. funniness:
Deadlines or, a quote from the 'qualified' Judah Friedlander in Mean magazine volume two, issue twelve, (june-july) 2006(?) Interview by Paul Barman.
"-What do you like better: straight lines, or pickup lines?
--Not sure I understand the question. Reading and math are probably my only two weaknesses."

4. ftw means for the win, but I can't help thinking "fuck the world."

I had therapy today. I'm calling myself Peppermint, not only but also because nikorette is minty fresh. I mean, as my email alias. I'm still a prissy fdw. Oh!

welcome to my office/ starbucks

“But instead I got the phone call/ Just thought I’d call to let you know I want to be alone all night again.”

Broken hearted. Disconnection notice. The phone call that the company could not complete, “we are sorry, but the number you have dialed has been disconnected.”
Sorry, sure. Sat nam, I am truth.
KPower
Okay, mom, Charlotte, the cat pee in the front hallway smells bad.
Carley coma
Children of Mental Awareness, the smell of cocaine
“By your leave, sugar.” Sica out.
(rye your leave, sugar)
Maybe tomorrow? There is no "by your leave" to carry a trigonometry book into a maze populated by an "illiterate," ridiculous, untrustable minotaur. Are we talking about a text here?

I love you guys.