I friggin hate winter! 
Everything becomes progressively bleaker. They say days are getting longer and brighter now but it all looks the same to me. Im sick of sweaters and poofy jackets, if I wanted to wear and fucking straight jacket I would be perfectly capable of getting myself into the sort of situation... in fact I may well be headed there as I speak.
So I'm testing out this new medical device and I tried to use it by myself at six this morning (i'm being vague on purpose) for the first time and I did it wrong and there was a huge fucking needle and blood and an overwhelming sense of failure and doom in its bloody wake. It occurs to me that there is no God merciful enough to kill me off at 27 like the rock star I am and so instead I am destined to live another bleak fifty or sixty years as some sort of cruel punishment for a past life transgression.
I would be in bed right now but I have puffy eyes and I work at 2.
And this, being in no way related to the medical experiment: today I declare the desire to get my tubes tied so as to prevent myself from ever being biologically responsible for another human's seventy to eighty years of endless suffering.
signing off
Lolita Sordid
Everything becomes progressively bleaker. They say days are getting longer and brighter now but it all looks the same to me. Im sick of sweaters and poofy jackets, if I wanted to wear and fucking straight jacket I would be perfectly capable of getting myself into the sort of situation... in fact I may well be headed there as I speak.
So I'm testing out this new medical device and I tried to use it by myself at six this morning (i'm being vague on purpose) for the first time and I did it wrong and there was a huge fucking needle and blood and an overwhelming sense of failure and doom in its bloody wake. It occurs to me that there is no God merciful enough to kill me off at 27 like the rock star I am and so instead I am destined to live another bleak fifty or sixty years as some sort of cruel punishment for a past life transgression.
I would be in bed right now but I have puffy eyes and I work at 2.
And this, being in no way related to the medical experiment: today I declare the desire to get my tubes tied so as to prevent myself from ever being biologically responsible for another human's seventy to eighty years of endless suffering.
signing off
Lolita Sordid
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i guess you are a person of the sun. i luv winter. the stillness is so serene.
there`s not a lot of hustle and bustle. it`s the only time i feel one with the world...
...i don't plan on being an old fuddy duddy. seems like a sad way to live.
and that`s funny coming from me since i'm all manic depressive and stuff.