i love the movie "groundhog day" i made out hardcore in a movie theatre in bedford when it came out with my first love. then we ate chinese food at the stardust motel with his parents and i felt funny about the state of my pants. i'm going to rent it tonight. anyone who wants to make out is welcome. do you ever feel like this:

"He soon takes advantage of his foreknowledge of the day's events, the information he is able to gather about the town's inhabitants, and the fact that his actions can have no long-term consequences. He creates an extravagant life for himself, robbing banks, seducing women, and indulging his every pleasure. However, his attempts to seduce Rita are met with repeated failure. He begins to tire, and then to despair of his existence. He commits suicide several times, but even death cannot stop the day from repeating. He opens his heart to Rita, and her advice helps him to gradually find a goal for his trapped life: as a benefactor to others. He cannot, in a single day, bring others to fulfill his needs but he can achieve self-improvement by educating himself on a daily basis."

thanks wikipedia

sober sucks

whoops - so i posted something a little bit shocking, complete with photo - did anyone out there see it before called someone else and gave them my password to delete it? apparently, if you wake me from a dead sleep and convince me to come out and play... play i will.
i reloaded my ipod and almost strangled myself with the radio shack that is my bed. i have moved all of my pillows and blankets into my bathtub and have been spending most of the time i spend at home in there. smoking and futher fucking my detox up than when i snapped the cleanse hymen with not only tobacco - but deep fried haddock tips. indeed. and then there was friday night/ morning. maybe i'll repost that removed jager soaked bloggy masterpiece.
i may go and see belle and sebastian in toronto. i wish that i had a sex slave. tomorrow i teach children how to eat.

hatehatehatehatehatehate. hate most things. posted on my period instead. have to move a cat tomorrow. have to go to montreal on saturday. feeling lazy. needing cleansing. fat. blar. bored. blar. writing poems eating cake. there is nothing to eat in this city.

i am so brave

i am so brave and so free and pretty cool but feeling ugly but am so brave so who cares?

winter inventory

broken tea pot. dead tree. stinky cat. dirty laundry. dangling smoke detector. broken doorknob. radio shack tangle of wires in the bed. hateful occupation. bad bangs. threatening bills. no clean socks. no clean food. 10 extra pounds. non commital pussy neurosis. lack of inspiration. family alienation. eyes look pissed in.

panic

enough said. i'm quietly freaking out. and eating my own puke. have a nice day.

bed of sick

so it is november. one of my favorite months. almost december. kevin's birthday is next week which really means nothing cause he's dead. which really means nothing because that is what happens when you are alive. i'm lonely for no reason. sore for many reasons and frustrated for stupid reasons. all i want to do is drink champagne and fuck. made some shitty eggs benny this morning and drew on steamy windows. i should be bloody happy. i also should be sick. i'm neither right now. perhaps i'll post again on a day that isn't sunday.