I’m a terrible liar. It’s one of my best qualities.

I don’t feel like talking about things I’m up to. Even though I want to. I want to so much, I just won’t. Fuck it. Silly.


I don’t like when people write out the word, “Birfday.” It’s… dumb. I’ve just seen it written a bunch of places and it’s not cute. It’s dumb. If you happen to pronounce the word Birthday like Birfday, DO IT BY ALL MEANS, just don’t write it out. Also? Don’t write out cutsey things like “I likes that.” “I gots a new..” WHATEVER!. Makes you sound like a person-less person. And if you are a person-less person? Then, well, urrrrrrr that’s kinda inconveint isn’t it? And you let me down.

A LONNNNG quote that I like. I mean it’s long but I can do whatever the fuck I want:

I’m bold and angry and tortured and tremendous and I notice when someone has changed their hair part, or when someone is wearing two very distinctly different shades of black or when someone changes the natural temperment of their voice on the phone. I don’t give out empty praise. I’m not complacent or well-adjusted. I can’t spend fifteen minutes breathing and stretching and getting in touch with myself. I can’t spend three minutes finishing an article. I check my answering machine nine times every day and I can’t sleep at night because I feel that there is so much to do and fix and change in the world, and I wonder every day if I am making a difference and if I will ever express the greatness within me, or if I will remain forever paralyzed by muddled madness inside my head. I’ve wept on every birthday I’ve ever had because life is huge and fleeting and I hate certain people and certain shoes and I feel that life is terribly unfair and sometimes beautiful and wonderful and extraordinary but also numbing and horrifying and insurmountable and I hate myself a lot of the time. The rest of the time I adore myself and I adore my life in this city and in this world we live in. This huge and wondrous, bewildering, brilliant world.
(Quote’s over)

And now for a happy thing:

-No, I think I was just late. Like the timing was off. Late bloomer, or missed the boat or something.
-You just made two Lost jokes. And you haven’t seen one episode?


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