Mocha likes My dinosaurs pop-up, long hair on men, and dusti.
Currently listening: SuperMelodrama: DeVotchKa
Currently feeling: uneasy. my hacking is still disgusting and unfaltering.
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yesterday i ate twenty five cherries.
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reading a confederacy of dunces is a constant reminder that my dissatisfaction with society is extremely unhealthy. the boy and i talk about it, and we've come to realize that while he is listless about the whole thing (i think he's given up) i'm just bothered.
joy in spite of everything. it still works.
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i'm probably going to ride my bike today, because i have to do something. yesterday i was at least somewhat active; i figured out my plane ticket problems, faxed some study abroad info, and finished filling out my visa shit.
my to-do list is still far too long, considering how much i actually have to do every day (see: nothing.)
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my hair is getting to that awkard i-kind-of-have-to-style-it length. should i keep it short? i may grow it out, because i can get it braided in africa and be totally sweet/retarded looking. also, if i start to grow it out now, i can figure out how dumb i'll look when over there. cause i cant exactly bring my clippers, and i downright refuse to pay to get my haircut. meh, my head itches.
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remember that pinata from the cutezo party that i punched drunkenly during Crawfest (mentioned in last blog?) well, i miss my roommate, and our stoned artistic photoshoots in the bathroom. her terrible photography, my retarded 'acting.' we turned off all the lights too, hoping one of our suitemates would walk in and be like "what the fuck....?"
nobody even blinked. apparently, they were used to us:
"the discovery"
jack daniels, pills... you didn't have go out like this, little guy.
i was obviously flailing in angst.
oh, the irony of the heart garland. couldnt he see how much we loved him?
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i got my tax return, a few months late. $116. travel?
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i am so lazy. goddamnit. ew, i just breathed in really deeply and something smelled peculiar. help!
so facebook has this weird "honesty box" application, and in the past 16 hours i've gotten two anonymous messages:
from a male: i want to pick your brain. with chopsticks.
from a female: I'd hit it. Twice.
figures.
oh! while writing this, and getting pictures from fbook, i received two more, both from females:
Mocha, you really smell.
Mocha, cheese is for mice.
ok, i just realized that the weird smell is... my left shoulder. it's almost like plastic, dipped in week old milk.
i'm falling apart.
Currently listening: SuperMelodrama: DeVotchKa
Currently feeling: uneasy. my hacking is still disgusting and unfaltering.
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yesterday i ate twenty five cherries.
----------
reading a confederacy of dunces is a constant reminder that my dissatisfaction with society is extremely unhealthy. the boy and i talk about it, and we've come to realize that while he is listless about the whole thing (i think he's given up) i'm just bothered.
joy in spite of everything. it still works.
----------
i'm probably going to ride my bike today, because i have to do something. yesterday i was at least somewhat active; i figured out my plane ticket problems, faxed some study abroad info, and finished filling out my visa shit.
my to-do list is still far too long, considering how much i actually have to do every day (see: nothing.)
----------
my hair is getting to that awkard i-kind-of-have-to-style-it length. should i keep it short? i may grow it out, because i can get it braided in africa and be totally sweet/retarded looking. also, if i start to grow it out now, i can figure out how dumb i'll look when over there. cause i cant exactly bring my clippers, and i downright refuse to pay to get my haircut. meh, my head itches.
----------
remember that pinata from the cutezo party that i punched drunkenly during Crawfest (mentioned in last blog?) well, i miss my roommate, and our stoned artistic photoshoots in the bathroom. her terrible photography, my retarded 'acting.' we turned off all the lights too, hoping one of our suitemates would walk in and be like "what the fuck....?"
nobody even blinked. apparently, they were used to us:
"the discovery"
jack daniels, pills... you didn't have go out like this, little guy.
i was obviously flailing in angst.
oh, the irony of the heart garland. couldnt he see how much we loved him?
----------
i got my tax return, a few months late. $116. travel?
----------
i am so lazy. goddamnit. ew, i just breathed in really deeply and something smelled peculiar. help!
so facebook has this weird "honesty box" application, and in the past 16 hours i've gotten two anonymous messages:
from a male: i want to pick your brain. with chopsticks.
from a female: I'd hit it. Twice.
figures.
oh! while writing this, and getting pictures from fbook, i received two more, both from females:
Mocha, you really smell.
Mocha, cheese is for mice.
ok, i just realized that the weird smell is... my left shoulder. it's almost like plastic, dipped in week old milk.
i'm falling apart.
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
takeahnase:
I hope you're starting to feel better, honey. And I think you really suit your short hair. Cherries are awesome.
dragonflower:
don't fall apart, you are a beautiful human being!