I'm feeling shitty at the moment. Besides talking to Jonah for a few minutes this afternoon, I haven't seen any of my “friends” in weeks. After I had the baby I saw them less and now that I live out here in Bumfuck I don't see anyone ever. BF barely comes to visit and when he does he pays very little attention to me. I hate this so much. I think I'm going to keep my ICQ on invisible for awhile.
I definitely think there's something wrong with me, mentally. I now find myself becoming furious when Hildy the Designer flirts with Ty the Carpenter on Trading Spaces. Normal people don't worry about things like this.
I found the second gray hair on my head today. I can't be getting old yet. Fuck, is that depressing.
I emailed the guy from Pulp today to find out what was up with them processing my internship application. He apologized and said that they were just busy publishing shit. I forgave him.
I'm wondering why the guy from Pulp hasn't gotten back to me about getting an internship there. Argh.
This music is making me feel slightly insane. It may be too late at night for Free Jazz…
I have to move back to Oakmont so soon. The degree to which I don't want to do that is very high. fuck a suburb.
I'm addicted to yahoo games. I don't even like them that much. I've spent the last hour or so eating crappy milk chocolate, playing graffiti and intermittently thinking about sex. That is what my life has become. woe or some shit.
Despite the fact that my participation in this webpage was highly protested by The Man, this is my first entry. I'm not sure what I'll be putting up here. eat some boogers.
