fish-gutting

silence truly is harder. i leave the TV on whenever i can.

hell, i’m scared to not be scared.

saw Hunter S. on the cover of a book yesterday and nearly shook with fear. no one’s supposed to exploit the loopholes of reality that much and make it that long.

to me, it’s only right as rain that he took life upon himself. literally.

but then, i get the same feeling from seeing too much Hannah Montana, so what does it all mean, anyway?

the thing you fail to realize is that — i KNOW how delusional i am. i have just as many personalities as anyone and i’m in constant battle with a few or all of them at any given moment.

so when i’m sick and sad with worry about things that probably have no basis in reality — dont worry. i’ve already told myself i’m being a stupid bitch. please dont bother.

what a time to have stopped drinking. what a time to have to realize you will never be a One-or-Two’er. but it’s okay. a sip would probably kill me at this point.

i’m pretty sure more than one of those nasty recovering alcoholics has been slowly dosing me with something that increases your “allergy” to the Drink. so that when you even think about it, you’re out with a migraine for at least 3 days.

sneaky bastards.

P.P.S. TVOTR is on SNL tonight and i’ve decided to add that to the list of things i hate about you.

at some point these little spiteful things will really make you pay, right?