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Facebook is really upsetting sometimes.
I keep stumbling upon pictures of you.
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[21 Dec 2009|11:29am] |
Dear Ann, Oh my God. You stupid, selfish bitch. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. You told me you weren't going to the event. You were fucking at your brother's place, you said. You weren't allowed to go. And what do I see on your Twitter page? A picture of you leaving the city the event took place, posted on the exact same date. YOU LIED TO ME.
I'm not good enough for you. Well, you're no good for me.
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[21 Dec 2009|08:23pm] |
dear driving instructor:
thank-you for having faith in me and passing me on my driving test today. you have boosted my confidence a bit and i feel awesome. thank-you so much. : )
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| OKAY NEW YORKERS |
[21 Dec 2009|03:51am] |
I am looking for a SOMEWHAT CHEAP salon that isn't afraid to do crazy shit to people's hair. For instance, if I were like, I WANT CHUNKS & RANDOM LOCKS OF WHITE HAIR INTEGRATED INTO MY BLACK HAIR, WITH LAYERS. Or like funky coloring projects (but mostly looking for someone that really knows how to get dark hair WHITE).
THANKS a bunch, and happy holidays!!
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| Update: She Got Home, Tipsy But Fine |
[21 Dec 2009|01:26am] |
My girl's an hour and a half late from her Christmas party and not answering my calls.
And in my swings of mania and depression, all I can think is that she's dying somewhere and I can't help.
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[21 Dec 2009|04:07am] |
Right now, I miss someone that I will never be able to speak to again.
It kind of sucks.
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| I hate community wells... |
[21 Dec 2009|02:50am] |
Our bathroom's flooding.
We have pots and pans collecting water throughout our kitchen.
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[21 Dec 2009|02:40am] |
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I've decided that as long as things are totally fucked up with Mikel I'm going to start sharing as many needles and screwing as many people bareback as I possibly can.
I just feel like I'd be able to see myself as a human being, like my emotions and pain mattered, if I were HIV+ like him.
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[21 Dec 2009|12:13am] |
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Dear "Friend",
What did I do to deserve this? It seems like everywhere I go, every time I think that I may just be okay, I'm hit with either a rush of resentment (and/or other angry/irritated emotion), or everything grinds to a complete halt before it even begins. It seems that you seem to enjoy making me look like a fool, and motivating everyone to hate on me.
When I'm standing in the kitchen and you guys are downstairs in that little alcove area, I can hear you. Why the hell would I be a poor-sport, a coward, ect.? I wasn't even hanging around with you guys! I'm always on the outside looking in, as none of you want anything to do with me. It's like a big, giant hypocritical circle, and I'm bloody sick of it.
Plus, the fact that you got my cousin to say things about me really made me angry. I know that I'm a little more solitary than everyone else, and that E probably hates my guts anyways, but I have enough problems with my family. Of course, you would know everything about that, wouldn't you? My parents love you a lot more than they love me.
I was actually looking forward to today, and you ruined it.
Much disdain, me.
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Dear Mother,
I don't want to see you. I don't want to even talk to you. Every time I have a "visit" with you, I come out of it more angry and confused than before. I swear to god, once you start talking you drive around in circles for hours before we even start towards our destination. You need help, and you need to get over what happened in this house. You're stronger than this... or you were once.
No love, me.
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Dear Step-mum (to be),
I do not need to know about you and my dad's sex life. Just hearing about it makes me want to vomit. Bragging about your bedroom exploits doesn't add to my respect for you, it just makes me not want to talk to you for two weeks. Again.
Me.
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Dear E,
Just because you don't think something is funny, doesn't mean other people have to bend the same way. I really resent you sometimes - you act so fucking condescending, like I'm some kind of stupid child that doesn't know anything. Well, you know what, I'll like what I want to, and I will do what I want. There's nothing you can do about that, no matter how much of a drama queen you are. Part of me is looking forward to the day you get on that plane and fly back to NB.
Ticked, me.
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| AGH FRUSTRATION |
[21 Dec 2009|12:14am] |
I got what I wanted, but it left me feeling unloved and lost.
Why can't I just do what I know I should?
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[20 Dec 2009|10:25pm] |
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Dear You,
Are you really mad because I laughed at a funny joke? Come on, that was really genuinely funny, regardless of feelings. Someone who hates him probably would have laughed at that. Not to mention, I'M A MARRIED WOMAN. And I have self-control, because that was a joke. The "soulcest" thing, also a joke.
I don't know, maybe there's no problem and I'm being paranoid, and I don't want to dig any holes that may or may not exist any deeper. For example, if I were to say, "I like you. You remind me of me," I would mean that as a joke, poking fun at the misconceptions people have about me where they think I'm this conceited, loathesome creature, while also meaning that I see a lot of personality traits we have in common which translates to me as a wide open opportunity for friendship. But the picture my mind is painting of how you'd actually take that is making me want to cry. :( When I speak it tends to be a lose/lose situation because people are going to believe what they want to believe and only hear what they want to hear in my words, and it's enough to drive a person mad, trust me. I would imagine you listen to a lot of venting about that very same thing, actually.
I guess I'll quit while I'm still breathing.
Love, Aimee
P.S. The fangirl icon is also a joke.
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[20 Dec 2009|10:12pm] |
Dear You, Please just let me go. I'm not strong enough to ignore you. But I need you out of my life. This can't go on anymore. You won't change my mind. Goodbye. Love, me
Dear boy, Yeah, this is awkward. Last night was so awkward too. I should have talked to you, or I wish you would have talked to me. Except for its kind of wrong, because I'm probably only attracted to you because you remind me of him. Yet, I feel like I lost a good chance. I hope we make something more of it next time. If there is a next time. -girl you don't really even know
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| Shopping. |
[20 Dec 2009|09:02pm] |
I've spent most of the last two days Christmas shopping for family with my mom.
I still have a bit left to do for immediate family and, if I decided to, friends.
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[20 Dec 2009|08:24pm] |
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To the people who said my brother was antisocial w/o knowing he has Aspergers and delayed his graduation:
I'm going to laugh my ass off when you work for him one day.
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| black light diner distro, december 2009 update |
[20 Dec 2009|08:44pm] |
Hello everyone! Just a little update about the new zines available at Black Light Diner Distro!

HELLO ALABAMA: A ONE-SHOT DISASTER (Tuscaloosa, AL)
Courtney's (Muse) anti-love letter to Alabama was written after she packed up and moved from North Carolina to Tuscaloosa, Alabama to attend library science school. The move came with an unexpected downside in the racist and conservative attitudes of some of her classmates. While certainly not indicting all Alabamans, Courtney describes the self-silencing she must go through to be safe in her new location, from being forced to tear a pro-choice sticker off her car to having to check her political ideals at the door in order to have at least a few friends. There's also a piece about the underfunded and underutilized recycling program in Tuscaloosa, and how its mismanagement by clueless city officials has had devastating consequences for the working-class community who must live next to the plant. I've never moved to a drastically different geographical location (yet), but as someone who grew up in a more conservative area the themes of alienation rang true, and I think this would be a great zine for anyone who feels out of step with their surroundings, whether they're a native or a newcomer.
( more )
Also, I'm really on the lookout for some new zines to carry, in particular personal comics. If you have something you think I'd be interested in, drop me an email or send it to me!
Thanks for reading, Erica
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| black light diner distro, december 2009 update |
[20 Dec 2009|08:44pm] |
Hello everyone! Just a little update about the new zines available at Black Light Diner Distro!

HELLO ALABAMA: A ONE-SHOT DISASTER (Tuscaloosa, AL)
Courtney's (Muse) anti-love letter to Alabama was written after she packed up and moved from North Carolina to Tuscaloosa, Alabama to attend library science school. The move came with an unexpected downside in the racist and conservative attitudes of some of her classmates. While certainly not indicting all Alabamans, Courtney describes the self-silencing she must go through to be safe in her new location, from being forced to tear a pro-choice sticker off her car to having to check her political ideals at the door in order to have at least a few friends. There's also a piece about the underfunded and underutilized recycling program in Tuscaloosa, and how its mismanagement by clueless city officials has had devastating consequences for the working-class community who must live next to the plant. I've never moved to a drastically different geographical location (yet), but as someone who grew up in a more conservative area the themes of alienation rang true, and I think this would be a great zine for anyone who feels out of step with their surroundings, whether they're a native or a newcomer.
( more )
Also, I'm really on the lookout for some new zines to carry, in particular personal comics. If you have something you think I'd be interested in, drop me an email or send it to me!
Thanks for reading, Erica
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| black light diner distro, december 2009 update |
[20 Dec 2009|08:42pm] |
Hello everyone! Just a little update about the new zines available at Black Light Diner Distro!

HELLO ALABAMA: A ONE-SHOT DISASTER (Tuscaloosa, AL)
Courtney's (Muse) anti-love letter to Alabama was written after she packed up and moved from North Carolina to Tuscaloosa, Alabama to attend library science school. The move came with an unexpected downside in the racist and conservative attitudes of some of her classmates. While certainly not indicting all Alabamans, Courtney describes the self-silencing she must go through to be safe in her new location, from being forced to tear a pro-choice sticker off her car to having to check her political ideals at the door in order to have at least a few friends. There's also a piece about the underfunded and underutilized recycling program in Tuscaloosa, and how its mismanagement by clueless city officials has had devastating consequences for the working-class community who must live next to the plant. I've never moved to a drastically different geographical location (yet), but as someone who grew up in a more conservative area the themes of alienation rang true, and I think this would be a great zine for anyone who feels out of step with their surroundings, whether they're a native or a newcomer.
( more )
Also, I'm really on the lookout for some new zines to carry, in particular personal comics. If you have something you think I'd be interested in, drop me an email or send it to me!
Thanks for reading, Erica
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[20 Dec 2009|06:38pm] |
interfecta inspired me to start making jewelry.
This wire bending stuff gets easier every day.
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| Doormen and Christmas |
[20 Dec 2009|08:09pm] |
So, this is my first year moving into a doorman building, and I have some questions about Christmas gifts.
The building gave us--without us asking--a list of all the employees in the building. 3 resident managers, 3 handymen, 6 porters, and 8 concierges.
We're semi-broke college students living in this building because it's not finished so we got 2 months rent free. (The building's completion is way behind schedule, but that's another story)
Are we really each going to have to spend around $200? My boyfriend's mom said that they usually give more than that to each of their doormen, but they've been there for much longer and have far fewer building employees.
We've only been here 4 months, and I don't even know all of their names. I have a list of their names, but I don't know which faces to put them to so I don't even know how I would hand out these gifts.
Could any of you share experiences or advice? I'd really appreciate it. This kind of shit really stirs up my social anxiety.
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