Have you seen this before?
It's the 'philosophical' problem associated with all teenagers and young adults.
It's true when they say, you can only pick two; all three aspects held simultaneously is simply unattainable. The problem with my life is that I can't even pick two, the only thing I'm holding onto right now is a pillow and a graph of my marvelous sleep schedule. Fuck my life, is clearly an understatement.
By the way, my name is Karena. I probably should have introduced myself first. Nobody's reading this anyways, but everything is made of stardust, and I will continue to live my life believing that little particles of dust love me.
Starting today (but probably tomorrow) I'll make a plan. Set guidelines on how to make my life happier.
And dedicate this blog to something because so far it's a snore fest.
Two people noshing on greasy $3.30 breakfasts, our entanglements with diarrhea inevitable but worth it. Good conversation interspersed with the occasional succulent bit of gossip. Pleasant silences. Sales! Red velvet cupcakes. Tom Cruise flicks from either the twentieth century or early twenty-first. A black saxophonist. SHAKING YOUR VORIG IN YOUR VARDIG! The kind of high-five that really, really hurts both parties - what is pain if not to be shared like needles without involving needles? Malt liquor. Belgian beers. Six scotches. Not being pregnant.
ReplyDeleteYou gave me until our imminent (frighteningly imminent) graduation to test-drive Tumblr, and I promise to comply; however, is this any reason not to progress further in your embarkment of the awesome properties of Blogspot?
ReplyDeleteI positively ache to read your words. Well, I don't ache and how can an ache be positive? Aches hurt. I NEGATIVELY ache to read your words. I suppose it's like how a medical diagnosis that indicates you are free of some awful disease comes out as "negative".
Your lack of blogging must mean you have an ambitiously long letter for me coming in the post.
MANY OXEN!