Slip inside the eye of your mind...

I would love to sit inside your brain and observe - in utter amazement - the horribly beautiful and beautifully horrible things that go on....

The good seems fuckin' cheap

Late night chats with an old, unavailable friend always seem like a good idea. They range from deep, to funny, to enlightening, to pointless all in one chat session. However (and there's always a "however"), there comes a time - around 7:30 a.m. in this case - where the good does an unwanted 180 and turns quite sour. What I'm speaking of is surprise snug attacks on the unwilling and unprepared. While I thoroughly enjoy your conversations and general presence, I do not much like your grizzly bear hugs on my pretend sleeping body. This is why girlfriends - especially yours - hate me. Gawd. I was forced into submission to sleep in a freezing attic with a holey blanket only to wake up two hours later, call me mama, snag Jenny away from her four blankets and space heater, and go home to have a cucky day. Womp, womp, boo-hoo, whatever, whatever.

On the bright side, this fall seems to be my semester of many A's. I received all A's in my classes (2x A+, 1x A, and 2x A-) and then received an A+ on my dentist report card (no cavities, woot!).

Now that you're home...

...won't you rescue me? I've been trying so hard to be good again.

Petland pre-show. I need the German Shepherd for $1,499 more than most essential things in life (i.e. food and water, but not heat - i always need heat).

I ain't a playa... I just crush a lot.

Ugh... I just received this message:


8:48 PM
To: sarah v
hey there hows it going ?? just came across ya profile and gotta say that your very attractive lol hot bod. this is a very random message but i thought what the hell, so hopefully you hear me out :P basically i'm married and bored in my relationship and am looking for some no strings no hassle fun with a likeminded person. it's got to be veryyy discrete and fun and i know your probably thinking why would i do this ? well every1 goes through a rough patch and everyone is different and i definately have my reasons but dont wanna and cant break up. spose it may sound unfair but i never judge another person because ur not in their shoes. anyhow, for me my sex life is no where near as frequent or as good as it should be, so im searching for a hot mistress type girl who is as wild as me and into thrilling rendevouz. im very good looking too, 27 male gold coast, alot of girls of my friends etc hit on me but i cant do any thing coz im married, but im considered hot as no doubt. i got a webcam and i got pics but i aint gonna post em on myspace but if you got msn messenger or something i can show ya. u wont be dissapointed at all thats 4 sure. so yeah babe, if ur not into this sorta thing then thats cool, sorry to bother ya...but if u are or if ur a little curious , let me know...i would love to talk more :)thanks,rob ;)

So, this is Christmas. What have you done?

I'm not sure I've cared about the "true" meaning of Christmas since I was about eight. I would wake up and sing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus... ugh...

Regardless, I don't know what has happened to christmas. We used to build ginger bread houses, make maps and plans to stalk big houses with beautiful lights, and spend infinate hours making cookies that would have been better had we just went to the store and bought them (obviously, that wasn't the point). I keep getting distracted by the George Harrison videos playing in a different tab on YouTube... so perfect, it hurts. ANYWAYS, it's like the day comes and goes and that was that. I do that with many things, though; slowly build up anticipation that makes things bigger in my head than they ever really should be.. which ends up making everything a slight disappointment and causes me to just go through the motions. I need a little light in my life, geeze!

Happy Christmas. War is over... if you want it.

I've got this thing that I consider my only art: Fucking people over.

Today, I was stuck in a traffic jam on the parkway with my gas light on. During the standstill, I smoked my last Marlboro Light and jammed obnoxiously loud to truly terrible music that blared soley from the driver side speaker (as I've blown out the passenger side speaker in my parent's third consecutive car). No worries, though, fate was on my side; I made it to a gas station just in time to pump five dollars worth of gas... enough to safely return my mother's car to Latrobe with an empty tank. She was unpleased, but I have no care since I am a poor, suffering college student with no source of income but an endless pile of debt that continues to stack itself infinately further toward the sky.

I am going to my baby sister's swim meet tonight where she will be swimming the event of my glory days. She rules... when she doesn't suck. Later, I am going to have a few good beers, a few good friends, and a few good chats at my mama's house. Who says you can't go home? I do wish, though, that my buddies didn't move to Philly, Texas, the Big City, and the likes... bummer times, man.

It's a yum-yummy world made for sweethearts

First and foremost... Happy birthday, Eric Schaeffer. And a big thank you to your mother for making a lovely homemade dinner and an awesome homemade ice cream cake... yumz!

As per my blog...
The snow is quite beautiful when it first falls... but after the city unleashes it's polluted fury on the soft and delicate, it becomes an extremely unflattering embellishment atop the town and is rather unappealing to onlookers. Also, when I say delicate, I speak only in terms of it's looks; as any snow-goer knows, the entity of snow often causes short-term epidemics for unfortunate drivers, such as myself (worst driver ever, with or without the snow... but definitely fear for your life should you ever have the misfortune of riding in a half ton metal machine, aka a car, with me).

On a tangential note - because Gawd knows I can't form a complete thought without venturing down an adjacent pathway - my mind is rather perplexed by you. It is highly likely that you are to blame for a vast portion of my mental calamity. Don't be so vain, I use the term "you" very loosely and am aiming the word at a collaboration of several things... mostly boys in general, though. Yes, I am being the quintessential female tonight/this morning... yuck.

It's more than pathetic that my infrequent insomnia results in absolutely nothing productive. I stalk people - most of whom I don't particularly even care about - on Facebook, try to scam answers out of Google on who will be playing at Bonnaroo in 2010, and conjure up lists of the potential humans I would eat... should I ever eat a human. I need someone to snug... luckily my doggies love me and I will be spending the next four nights with them in the sad and pathetic hick town in which my mother resides. I secretly love many things about it, but try to keep that a secret.