December 2010
111 posts
Dear Three Bedrooms, One Bathroom,
You know what sucks? Waking up, spending just enough time laying in bed that you hear your room mate fucking the shit out of his girlfriend, so hanging out in bed for a bit longer, because you know by now that they (as do most people) need to piss after a good fuck. You really want to take a shower, and the more you stay in bed with your laptop, music turned up to drown out their moaning, the...
Dear Home for Xmas, 2010, added notes
*Number of fingers chewed to the point of bleeding during the trip back home: three. Usually, it’s at least five. That’s a good trip. I think it helped that I didn’t spent much time in public.
Actually, that’s all I can think of.
Dear Home for Xmas, 2010, added notes
*Number of fingers chewed to the point of bleeding during the trip back home: three. Usually, it’s at least five. That’s a good trip. I think it helped that I didn’t spent much time in public.
Actually, that’s all I can think of.
Dear Home for Xmas, 2010, Fini
And here, drunkenly, is the last of my notes, presented, more or less, in chronological order.
*Got up early, and went to what I thought was going to be a hearty breakfast with the folks. Turned out to be a joint who’s most elaborate dish was poached eggs on a roll. Portland has spoiled me in terms of huge, delicious breakfast options. I opted for just an Americano. Said establishment...
Dear Home for Xmas, 2010, part trois
As mentioned in earlier posts, here is a list of events, in more or less, chronological order.
*Couldn’t sleep. Kept thinking about how much I hate this town, even though I’ve been having a good time. Resorted to breaking my three day, non-jerk off run, while thinking of the different girls I’ve fucked in my parent’s house. I’ve only fucked one in the bed...
Dear Home for Xmas, 2010, part deux
Not much to report. I don’t even know why I’m bothering at this point, other than I’m bored, not drunk, my folks went to bed, and there’s nothing on cable. At any rate, here is a list of occurrences from the past day, more or less, in order.
* Waffles with berries, powdered sugar, and tea for breakfast. Everyone is slow, and tired. My dad couldn’t put his...
Dear Home for Xmas, 2010
A list of events, more or less in order.
*Packed bags the night before, for once. Got picked up at nine by the rental agency. Got a Chevrolet Cobalt. Packed the car, got in, and sat there making sure I’d remembered everything. Realized I left my coffee inside. On the way back to the house, I noticed a blind spot in my vision, which means that I’m getting a migraine. I stopped...
Dear NobodynowhereEverybodyeverywhere,
Do you ever get that feeling that you’re about to die?
I’m heading home for Christmas, tomorrow. I got a little time off from my stupid job, rented a car, am all packed up, and am now needlessly ruminating on death.
In some ways, this is a habit. I’m prone to trying to find ways to find something to worry about. I’ve convinced myself I had HIV (mono), convinced...
