December 2011
Boy didn’t know about my Salinger love. Despite all of my lengthy rants. I KNOW FAR TOO MUCH ABOUT CARS FOR THIS TO BE ACCEPTABLE .
Salinger related new years angst.
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I think my stomach is trying to exact revenge on my head for making me such a booze-hound.
As in, my stomach has learnt how to punch.
MOOODDDYYY.
Strange night.
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I honestly have no idea how I’m supposed to ever go clubbing, small house gatherings give me the twitches from how loud they are.
I am hungover as all hell and cannot sleep for the life of me. Also, I want dumplings. SO BADLY. So while my food and sleep needs go unfulfilled I am more or less a human grump. *grump* *more grumping*
Things in my heaaaddd.
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Anonymous asked: Well as a suggestion, try Going Postal by Terry Pratchett. It's a little on the short side, but it wraps up quite nicely.
Anonymous asked: does a kindle count as books?
I kinda like the idea of getting really drunk and playing twister with a group of friends…wearing nothing but underwear. I find the idea of awkward skin-touching sort of (very) hilarious. If only there was a way to do it without things getting weird and sexual… :(
So I was going to write up another miserable post addressed to no-one in particular, but I just made myself baileys iced coffee with looootttsss of icecream. SO even though my ‘fuck the world’ attitude is still very much present, it’s being calmed by the magic of deliciousness.
Starting to feel better about my appearance, but not my wardrobe. Not being able to afford Christmas...
So I managed to staple my finger today, and now there’s glitter in the wound. I feel like a super trashy pop song trying to be a little edgy. Also, my finger hurts. Having to use my iPod for facebook sucks.
Still lonely as balls. I’ll just find someone to talk to…ohai kitty plush how u doin’.
Getting drunk by myself makes me feel lame but I usually forgive myself...
love love don’t die.
White Shiraz and mango juice might just be the best thing ever.