i don't think anyone even reads this anymore. and maybe that's a good thing.

so i went home and i ate 3 bowls of my mom's minnestrone soup and a shitload of garlic bread. and it was confirmed that i am, indeed, a fucking mental case. and maybe that's a good thing. i watched a documentary on the rise and fall of grunge. i drank cinnamon tea and had trouble sleeping in my own bed. my mom bought me 27 dollar blush to try and make me feel better. i brought my winter coat and hole's live through this back to school and i think i made a good move with both of these items. i've been wearing the coat and listening to the CD non-stop. christ my nails are dirty.

i need to get my shit together. i have a ridiculous craving for pot.

sonGs of The DAy

paul westerberg's "stereo" album, which is beautiful and made me cry my fucking eyes out.