Death Sentences

Not mine, yours.

I hardly know you, but you're dying, and it's breaking my heart.

I think we're all sick, a lot of the time.

Right now it me, I am sick.

and You are dying.

Sickness and Health

I got my fawn tattoo. It's traditional style, on the front of my upper left thigh. I got a great deal and I want to go back to the same artist to get the lamb on the front of my upper right thigh, symmetry, eh?

All sorts of sickness is annihilating me.

I hate my fucking neighbors.

I feel very lonely, mostly, and tired, and sad.

Company would be nice. I want to play apples to apples, or scrabble, or cards, and just be quiet and not alone for a while.

So, for now, I am a sad sack, blogging about misery. Whatever.

Unknown - and other things

Tattoos I want:

- Modern Times ending

- a fawn and a lamb

- Maybe some William Blake something or other? I like William Blake.


I have some unknown illness which has been causing me great distress but lately I feel not terrible. Last night I held down a kit-kat and some other food. I haven't been gross all day, but I also haven't consumed much.

I want to see Scott Pilgrim vs. The World tonight, and I am putting big money on nothing being able to stop me. I want to go with John but I just may go alone. I like going to the movies alone, but this looks action-packed and funny, and I like to see those kinds of movies with people. Perhaps, though, my new tradition is to see Michael Cera movies alone. I saw Youth in Revolt alone and LOVED it... Maybe I will call Joe...

No Doubt

No Doubt songs remind me of John.

Some girls are plagues.

My motto lately, is "Make good choices."

I'm leaving in 58 hours for Nebraska with Spenser.

Don't worry, I'm bringing Small Hugs Sheep.