July 2010
16 posts
L train
heymikewaskom:
Swimming in a sea of high-wasted shorts, ill fitting summer dresses and ironic footwear choices. You can lose yourself, if you’re not careful, boy.
the strumpet
Saturday this “director” invited me out for a drink or two to discuss this script for a short film he is making. I knew of this “director’s” reputation (misogynist) before I went…so you could (he could) say I was asking for it, but I wasn’t. I am a wee little actress in this big world of people trying to make it and he knew that and he took advantage of...
Me: Does your iced coffee have any sugar in it?
Rebekah: yea, it comes pre-sweetened. you wanna try some?
Me: no, I have herpes. (pointing at lip)
Enter client who heard HERPES
Me: no, NO, NO I mean mouth herpes.
Rebekah: BAHAHAHAHA
Client: uhhh
Last week!
I think my therapist worries about me…does that make sense. I thought the whole point of this “therapy” was so that I didn’t worry as much and take it out on “J” well, now when I see my therapist he has this look like he isn’t sure if I can do this grown up stuff, you know? Like I wonder how she has fucked her self this week…I tend to prove him right...
Farmville hacker! →
Growns up
Got a lot of shit on plate.
1. get fucking divorced. finalized on September 23. ass hole.
2. take care of all traffic tickets. there are so many. I have 2 warrants out for my arrest for traffic violations. stupid laws.
3. get my driver’s license back. they wouldn’t let me renew my license because of all the tickets. stupids.
4. start paying off school loans.
5. buy furniture for...
Fuckin' fuck.
Police are always after me lucky charms.
“The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In...”
– Graham Greene, The End of the Affair (via fwriction)
Writing.
Why is it so hard for me to write lately? I use to write in my journal every night before I went to sleep. it was my therapy. now i am going to a therapist and that cost a lot more than a notebook. I wouldn’t even write that many secrets or issues in my journal, it was just thoughts about my day, what i wanted to do next weekend, boring girl stuff (like: I need to lose weight…ect). I...
