it's funny even true love gets troubled by still water and washed up in the Mississippi River.

a quick shout-out to St. Jude Thaddaeus, Patron Saint of Desperate Situations.

with the understanding that life is a really serious matter, people take life too goddamn SERIOUSLY!

if i want to tell a story in group therapy about how i always wanted to go to jail because i like the scum and filth of the world but when i finally went i was disappointed because it smelled of tuna fish and there were no cute convict boys who looked like wentworth miller in Prison Break, do not tell me that is not relevant to the progress of the group. because it totally is. it discourages the other members from ever committing crimes. and stuff.

dear lady who stepped on my foot really hard today in the subway,
you suck as a person and you especially suck at walking.
my foot is killing me.
love, stephanie

these parties they start lovely but they get druggy and they get ugly and they get bloody.

bukowski makes me into a more bitter person by the sentence.

i found some not-so-old pictures today of Seattle and my (old) dog and me looking bad. it's funny how things that didn't matter at one point suddenly dig into your mind a few months later.

Klonopin is the new love of my life. for once new york is tired and i'm awake. now what do i do?

going to group therapy every day is staring to make me into a bitter person. sitting quietly and listening to people complain about their horrible lives, drug addictions, and panic attacks is a strange way to spend a Thursday morning.

i haven't met any cute people since i've moved to New York...