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[Apr. 6th, 2009|05:06 pm] |
Could I borrow your lighter?
Been holding this
cigarette so long without pulling,
it stopped burning for me
like the boys back home
stopped signing for me.
Could I borrow your yellow
lighter? Can I sit
here for a little while?
Heard you from the hallway
speaking Russian. You could
teach me how to curl my tongue
around your Cryllic sounds and I'll
teach you how to French inhale.
Is it okay if I sleep here?
The train stopped
running for me
and I'm feeling useless as a hangnail.
See, I can't scratch your
shoulders when the muscles push
an arch in your back, but I could
stay and sweep your floors in the morning.
And I could keep you
warm until the sun can.
And I could sing
for you until the birds do. |
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[Feb. 24th, 2009|12:18 pm] |
I got a hot Russian immigrant boyfriend named Andrei.
Check that off my life's to-do list.
Julia Troy and I are getting an apartment if we ever get off our lazy asses. |
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[Jan. 6th, 2009|12:45 pm] |
I can
tell it's
winter
from the
size of
the lump in
my throat. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|01:13 pm] |
When I was in seventh grade, Lizzy Hiemowitz wrote
"Lizzy <3's Erin 5.11.09"
So we decided, at the tender age of 12, that our anniversary would be May 11, 2009.
Holy fuck.
Our anniversary is this year.
HOLY FUCK IT'S 2009.
I miss 2008 already. |
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[Dec. 30th, 2008|11:26 am] |
I am always worried that someone is fixing to ditch me.
I feel like every time someone makes plans with me, they have no intention to actually hang out with me.
Not for no reason, though.
I get ditched a lot. |
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[Dec. 28th, 2008|05:13 pm] |
Things I am worried about:
-My mother's genes. Both her uncle and her aunt were schitzophrenic. I should probably stop doing so much acid.
-Leaving Dan and immediately being replaced.
-Going back to Boston, returning as the island of Connecticut in the Rhode Island sea.
-I should probably stop going back to Dan.
-Money. I have none of it. Neither do my parents.
-My dad got laid off.
-My heart's been hurting. I've been doing too many drugs and drinking too much alcohol.
-I'm never going to be as skinny as I was in high school. People are telling me I look better at this weight and that makes me want to throw up.
-No one from Rocky Hill has called me to hang out.
-If my sister doesn't go to school in Boston next year, I'll be more alone than ever. |
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[Dec. 27th, 2008|11:32 am] |
Like a fish eye,
I am catching
light and folding. |
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[Dec. 24th, 2008|02:25 pm] |
The ones that disappeared are back,
The Phoebe and the Crow,
Precisely as in March is heard
The curtness of the Jay---
Be this an Autumn or a Spring?
My wisdom loses way,
One side of me the nuts are ripe---
The other side is May.
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[Dec. 21st, 2008|10:26 pm] |
You know what? I think it's the J thing.
Boys whose names start with J like it as rough as I can give it to them.
Thanks for pointing that out.
Being sick over vacation is ballsssss.
My sister bought shrooms for us. We're gonna munch on those before we open our presents this Thursday.
That's fucking awesome.
Roast beast is a feast I can't stand in the least. |
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[Dec. 19th, 2008|02:43 pm] |
The last two days have been a riot.
Dan's mom was in Jersey and you know what a good time that is.
So, Dan and Joe picked me up on Wednesday and we went back to Dan's.
He had to work 3-9, so it was just Joe and me for six hours.
BUT his little brother gave us a bottle of SoCo, so Joe and I got trashed and had good times.
I'm going to take a break in this story to say:
Joe. I got his back to bleed. And he looked at me, said "Hell yes" and continued to be the fucking animal he is.
Holy fuck. So hot. Soooo hot.
Considering I've been trying to get with this kid since May, literally, I couldn't of been more satisfied.
And then Dan came home! That was...kinda awkward.
It's really weird. Dan is like, totally fine with me getting with Joe. I think he's really jealous that I'm single.
He hates being with Jean, apparently. And he's clearly depressed again.
Which scares me a lot. Last time he was depressed...well...I don't want to talk about it.
Yesterday, he started drinking as soon as we woke up. He drank almost an entire box of wine and some Captain. He was trashed by 2, but he kept drinking.
We smoked six packs of cigarettes in two days. We went through two cartons of eggs.
Dan asked me twice if I'd ever date him again, and Joe's back looks like a Jackson Pollock.
It was a really good two days.
It's been a really good vacation. |
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[Dec. 10th, 2008|05:22 pm] |
Did I ever mention my class schedule?
Tuesday & Thursday:
-Humanities 8:30 to 9:45
-English 10:00 to 11: 15
-Poetry 5:30 to 6:45
Monday & Wednesday & Friday:
No class.
So, pretty fucking easy first semester right?
That's a full time student schedule, by the way.
Well, I still managed to get 6+ absences in each class. I did particularly poor in my English class.
Or so I thought.
I didn't hand in two of my four essays, and the ones I did hand in were late.
I gave my oral presentation a day late because I skipped the day I was supposed to give it.
I didn't hand in any of the assigned homework.
Grade: A-
HAHA WHAT THE FUCK. I fucking love college. Everyone else in that class is pissed as fuck at me though, because a lot of them got B's and the ones that did get A's worked their asses off for it. Oh well. English teachers fucking love me.
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[Dec. 7th, 2008|11:55 pm] |
In high school I was so fucking skinny.
I've been feeling fat and ugly lately. Winter always makes me feel ugly, because I get very sallow and my hair gets very static-y, but this year I feel fat because I just came back from college, where I can't afford real food so I'm forced in to a diet of fried chicken and poptarts.
Fuck that. Save me adderall. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2008|06:32 pm] |
If man is five and the devil is six, then god is seven,
then god is seven
then god is seven.
This monkey's gone to heaven. |
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[Nov. 30th, 2008|01:09 pm] |
"If Edie kills herself, I hope she tells us so we can film it."
I got Ian to trip with me last night. We bought two tabs, he took half and I took the rest.
We watched Empire Records.
You know what? I've been carrying a bottle of gin in my purse for four days.
I've been tripping and smoking and riding for four days.
I feel godless. I'm getting the fuck off livejournal and going to fucking sleep. |
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[Nov. 27th, 2008|11:59 pm] |
There is absolutely nothing better than dating your best friend.
I've got the neatest boyfriend who writes me the neatest songs.
Thanksgiving was...pretty awesome.
Anyone watch the macy's day parade? My dad and I had a long, hearty laugh at the special needs color guard.
Tomorrow is going to be all adderall and research paper.
Which is ironic in that my research paper is about why students shouldn't be prescribed adderall.
I love my cat so much it hurts. |
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[Nov. 25th, 2008|02:13 pm] |
It's raining today.
That means that I have to walk to the bus station in the rain and sit, soaked, on a bus for two hours.
Oh, longer than that actually. My bus is at 5, which means there's going to be a whole lot of traffic.
But it's alright, because at the end of the bus there is Ian and my cat and my sister.
God, I miss my sister. |
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[Nov. 24th, 2008|01:52 pm] |
Ian and gin
and tonic and honey and Ian.
Tomorrow!
I am so sick of Boston. It's not fun anymore. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2008|09:55 am] |
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we all slept in the same room and we all resented eachother for something. |
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