matters in hands.

just when you think you have no friends left, all you have to do is go out and buy 10 seasons of friends on dvd. now you'll never be friendless.

loneliness.

being alone is really shitty. missing people is really really shitty. i miss people. i miss my best friend. i miss my boyfriend. i feel alone and shitty.

letters.

dear self,
you've really been slacking lately. i read some of your old journal entries yesterday, and i'm not gonna lie, i liked reading them. remember, self, when everyone would tell you what a good writer you were, and you were like, 'shut it guys!'? come on. i know you remember. well, you're an asshole. they were right. you were really not that bad. pretty good, one might even say.
then what happened to you? you didn't get a different brain; all those thoughts must still be in there somewhere! where are they? your journals are much less fun to read these days. maybe its because you just dont write anymore. well, self, what is it that you're so busy doing that leaves no time for cleverness? making smoothies? getting laid? facebooking? listening to bad music? how many of those are valid? um... NONE. maybe you just need a new pen to motivate you. or 26-hour days. or the ability to function on 4 hours sleep every night without it eventually leading to a breakdown.
well, self, i'm sure you have smoothies to make or bad music to listen to, so i won't keep you. just know that i believe that deep down, you still have the ability to be clever and interesting. maybe do something about that.
have a good night, and i love you very much.
sincerely,
yourself.

my band.

i love 'my band' by d12. i hated it when it came out, and now i can't stop listening to it. its so funny. seriously.

good intentions.

I wanted to start blogging. I was going to do it often and write all the clever things I thought. But because of the title of my last one, they went and blocked by account because they thought I was spam. I've never been called spam before. I guess I appreciate how thorough they are. But at the same time, it was kind of shitty.

I learned things about chickens and dinosaurs today. One day we will turn a chicken into a dinosaur. I feel it.

I secretly like Psychotic 4.