Tuesday, December 27, 2005

movere

I moved. It is the devil. I'll be moving again shortly if things go the way they should. Yay.

I think I'm fairly fucking manic. It makes drinking fun.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Apparently I've made a habit of it....

So, Mute records is probably my favourite major label. They are good. Go here and listen to good things from their catalogue for free (they have better stuff in their U.K. section, so if they throw you to the U.S. site don't listen to them). I've been listening to the Boys Next Door for probably two weeks now, because I'm addicted to "After a Fashion" and "Shivers". Apparently they make me want to die in a good way. Mmmhmm.

Sometimes, like now, I wish I didn't talk so much. I am utterly fucking serious, but make of it what you will.

Monday, December 05, 2005

I give up.

This site pretty much just caused me to have a fucking breakdown.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Take that alcohol!

I got drunk last night and had a dandy time. So there! Ended up going to Churchill's with someone I suppose I shall call a "reclaimed friend". Times are weird. Saw my ex there. Avoided talking to him for no other reason than I was really drunk and I honestly have no idea what I'd have to say to him other than "hey". I hate running into people I used to be close to and haven't seen in forever. At this point we might as well be strangers as far as I'm concerned. Oh and the weird part was that he was there with people that are friends with the friend I was there with. Synchronicity abounds. Or perhaps just fucking coincidence that is funny, no?

Packing is the devil. I seriously hate moving. Especially since I just did it 5 months ago. The only semi-amusing thing about it is that you find things you haven't seen in a while. Like CDs of IRC logs from long ago. Mmmyep. #temp bitches....or something like that.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

My heart is really on it's knees...and every other line from "shivers"..

So I'm drunk. And this is the first time I've actually been drunk in a while. I don't think I can get drunk anymore. I've figured out that it doesn't mesh so well with the whole "being dead inside" deal. It just makes me realize how sad I really am. And if I wanted that then I'd just stop forcing myself not to feel things. Fucking. Gravity.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

What?

I think since I decided to get in touch with my inner zombie all of my senses hate me. Right now all the wine I drink tastes like sake, which normally wouldn't be a bad taste except for that the last time I drank sake I puked a lot and passed out in the shower. Also, all I can smell is Sharpie.