as if checking a story on her wasn’t bad enough, every single thing on this page is truly, truly vomitous. however, i give india.arie adolescent battle scar props.
note to self: don’t buy ramen. buy yogurt instead.
if i were maya angelou, this is not the image i would want on the front of my […]
this must be a new record. it’s past 1230p and i’m not the least bit hungry. might be because my stomach was on and off fucked up over the weekend. or maybe my appetite has just left me completely. even thinking about consuming food is turning my stomach. weird.
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i dreamed about a boy named sam. he shot baskets. he made 1316 of 2568 shots. he was like mike. or maybe he was mike for a minute, bald head shiny with sweat. he could launch from anywhere. one handed. no see um. backwards. just stroking […]
i had to get out of bed to share this: i’m trying to go to sleep, my mind is racing over the insanity of moving home, and my second least-favorite host george noory is anchoring coast to coast. this woman calls up from somewhere that i forget, maybe arizona, and says she needs to […]
sometimes people smoke cigarettes on the subway platform. come to think of it, i don’t know why it doesn’t happen more often - it seems like a no-brainer that if you’re a smoker, and you’re waiting for the train, you might as well light up, because nothing is really going to happen to you if […]
