| eat until you are not hungry anymore
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| how does anyone have a best friend without dissolving him or herself entirely into that person? maybe it is just all or nothing for me.
or nothing for me. starting from scratch. it will be exciting later but for now i can't even leave my bedroom. i'm waiting for it to pass like a storm or a flu; then i will be stronger, and i can't wait to be stronger again.
i like it when i have to work at 4am, when i can call you before i go and you're still up, and maybe still drunk enough to admit you still like me, and say you were the one who wanted this anyway.
i've felt this bad before. i've been cheated on, dumped, and dearly departed. i just have to wait it out. drink tea, soup with crackers, and let it all pass through. wear a scarf when i go out to keep my neck warm. spend my days reading or watching children's television alone on the couch on a cold sunny southern california fall morning.
music does not exist right now.
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| eating sugar always seems like a good idea. it is always a bad idea.
i gave my presentation today! it was so nice. maybe being a published poet would not be so bad.
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| if i wanted to get lots of people to be interested in my journal, do you think i could do it?
first i would have to think of good things to say. good lists about what i have been doing in my special time that i do good things in. i'd have to have good pictures too.
-eating endangered species mint dark chocolate bars and wondering why they have stopped printing coupons on the backs of the wrappers
-gleefully thinking about how bad i'm going to do on all my huge papers that are due in 2 weeks only
-drinking lots of water
-reading lots of other people's blogs about things they wear every day
-working a lot so i don't have to do homework
-trying so hard not to cut my hair all off
-trying so hard not to ruin all my hair that i already have by playing with it
ok but i still don't have any good pictures.
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| i feel sick from eating too much chocolate. i feel sick from not doing enough homework.
tonight i ate some cake at the party for the release of a book of student work. i feel sicker-than-cake sick. like when something bad happens. is there something i don't know about?
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