I'm not a blogger. I'm a booger.

It's June/something.

Fri, 11 Jun 2010 10:00:08 -0400

Well, I think I have a job and in two weeks I might have three. Or, like, two and a half. AND I have a car. Hopefully, I’ll be picking it up today. I am really excited to be driving again.

FREEDOM!

All of my days have been running into one long day. It might be because I don’t sleep much, or I sleep too much, or I’ve been doing essentially the same things most days. I’m not sure, but I can’t keep track of the day or the date anymore.

I really need a good book. I’m running low.

I still really miss the city.

I can’t wait to start saving money. And spending a little. On gas and cigarettes. And slushies. And coffee. The essentials?

I need to come up with a game plan on how I’m paying for college next year. I know I’m going back, I just have to figure out how I’m going to pull it off.

I don’t have any cigarettes. This is a much bigger deal than I wish I could say it is.

I really want to make something.

Weird

Tue, 01 Jun 2010 23:34:51 -0400

New Jersey. I live in Weird Town USA. I need a one way. To normalcy.

I’m so lame. I need a fucking hobby.

I love yew, and I miss you so much. and the city. and I'm so bored. booo for being car-less and surprisingly not careless :/

Sun, 30 May 2010 19:11:28 -0400

my family is driving me insane at the moment. I need a car. I need a job. I am not a fan of being home for the summer. I think it might actually drive me insane. I’m almost twenty and my mom and I still can’t get along because she’s completely maniacal. I just want to go out. I still have to ask if I can go out for the night. I think that’s weird? Granted tonight she’ll say I can’t just so I can sit at home on my ass all night doing nothing instead. Brain. Soup. In. My skull.

Jam. Cigarettes. Love. Laxatives.

Fri, 28 May 2010 17:29:44 -0400

I am going to start by saying absolutely everyone should listen to the song “Islands” by the xx. It’s fucking incredible.

I need to get a better vocabulary, especially with adjectives. I use “excellent”, “lovely”, “awesome”, etc. all the time and I feel like it must annoy people.

Jam is my dog.

It’s totally imperative at this point that I buy a new car. I can’t manage to stay at home and bum rides anymore or else I might explode. It also makes job hunting a lot harder than it has to be.

I really miss the city today. And I feel funny and uncomfortable.

Praaaaaise Allahhhhhhhhh, this song is perfect.

Cigarettes. Cigarettes. Cigarettes. When will our love affair end? Because eventually it needs to.

Right? That’ll be a messy break-up.

I wish I hadn’t spent all my money on dispensable items like alcohol, drugs, cigarettes and candy. I could really use some new clothes. And some more cigarettes…

I really want my own apartment. I’d rather be job hunting in the city. I COMPLAIN SO MUCH, WTF.

Maybe it’s just because it’s rainy and cold and grey.

People can really be miserable tools. I can be a miserable tool. Just…some people can more often than others.

What a tool.

"I can’t feel my lungs anymore. I can’t feel my legs anymore, but I’m still..."

Fri, 28 May 2010 00:41:31 -0400

“I can’t feel my lungs anymore. I can’t feel my legs anymore, but I’m still walking.”

- phantogram

Like any other day.

Thu, 27 May 2010 10:58:50 -0400

Hair cut: Good! My faith is restored in hair dressers.

Lesson learned: I have trust issues?

Today is very hot, but I want to take my dog on a long walk. I don’t want to sweat.

That factor is actually making me reconsider walking my poor little dog. How Lame am I!?

My body is all sorts of messed up. I neeeeeed to be fixed! It’s forcing me to let all the fun pass bye.

Today actually feels like summer for the first time. It’s nice.

I still need to find a job, but I’ve at least started the search.

I’m so goddamn boring.

Self-deprecation: annoying, funny or…TREEEENNDDDDY?

wat.

C’mon.

shit.

If you have a baby. Buy it this. Now.

Wed, 26 May 2010 02:45:13 -0400

If you have a baby. Buy it this. Now.:

Usually babies are gross. Why are they gross? They ruin vagina’s, REM cycles, peace, and they’re super expensive. BUT! There’s hope for babies still. This is the first ridiculously cute baby I have ever seen. Why? BECAUSE IT’S WEARING A FUCKING PINK KNIT PONCHO! Babies don’t need ponchos. They do need THIS poncho, though.

People will tell you how cute your baby is.

But they’ll mean it this time.

Buyyourbabyponcho.

I impress myself everyday.

Wed, 26 May 2010 00:56:25 -0400

Apparently all the women and children (and I use “all” like “A LOT” or enough to be mentioned at all…) ask my Mom if I am a “goth emo kid”. Am I in eighth grade again? I forgot those words existed. None the less…I’m so amused. I couldn’t be farther from. You would think I lived in a square state.

Here: try to get YOUR neighbors to think you’re a myspace circa 2002 term or cliche!

but do it by accident. okay?

Then laugh because people are super silly. Am I right or am I left?

uhhh hi!!!!! it's me BEN!!! didn't know you had a tumblr! I've been on this site for awhile and gained quite a reputation hehe miss you loveeee

Wed, 26 May 2010 00:47:11 -0400

ahh! I’m glad I’m not alone now! haha oooooof. this is weird, I need to learn how to use this. I feel like a grandma. why is this confusing me, wtf? anyway. I LOVE YOU SLUTSO.

michaaaaaela! misssss you

Tue, 25 May 2010 17:47:36 -0400

Kristenkristen!!! how are you? how’s everything? I miss you too!

"The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead."

Tue, 25 May 2010 16:54:06 -0400

“The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead.”

- MeWithoutYou

Today. Or everyday.

Tue, 25 May 2010 16:29:15 -0400

I’ve been home from the city for five days now. I have been sick for all of them, but went out for the first time to see some of my friends from home, which was a short, truncated breath of fresh air. Yessssss, I miss the city. BUT I need to find some fun things to do here in new jersey seeing as it’s way too expensive to take a train to the city with all my free time. I also need a job. Let’s see if in a week I am writing something with solutions for both these pickles. Also:

I DO like yogurt and you probably do too.

New Jersey plus: walking outside without shoes. Paaaaah.

I need a hair cut. And I’m scared. I’ve been cutting it myself for so long. Going to a pro. Wish my head luck. It needs it.

I need a dress for my boyfriend’s prom. Send me links. I want my dress to look like a party. Or like a Unicorn pooped it out after eating fairy dust in hell and it came back. Does that make sense?

I hope so.

Is this what you’re supposed to do?

Side note: being sober for more than 3 days is great for your complexion. Learn it, Love it, Live it.

I should be in the city. Always. Good night, sweet prince.

Tue, 25 May 2010 12:32:52 -0400

I should be in the city. Always. Good night, sweet prince.