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my therapist doesn’t like any of the men i date. he constantly says to me, “he’s not good enough for you.” and i wonder if this is a result of some misguided information he’s ascertained from our sessions. he says “fuck” a lot. like the word will be outlawed soon so he’s trying to get [...]
mmmn. beer. good beer. nice beer. beer is our friend. i have special feelings for it. but not in “that” way. (okay. maybe in that way a little bit.) hic*
i have just a few random observations about today. well, not really about today. they’re really more just random observations in general. well, alright then. first observation is that i tend to ramble, no? observation the second: i find men eating apples incredibly sexy. this actually occurred to me yesterday when i watched this guy [...]
i love going to the grocery store! i mean, don’t get me wrong, it sucks a whole lot. but it’s great. i love going shopping for groceries! there are so many colorful and interesting characters at your neighborhood grocer. if you’re say, bill gates or oprah winfrey, and you frequent this site (which i’m sure [...]
i had this really weird dream last night in which kurt russell (the one with the oh, so dreamy eyes) and i were in this car in this field and we had a horrible, fiery crash. of course we both died. it was tragic. but in a totally fun kind of way. i mean, it [...]
i like funny. i especially like funny people. i tend to surround myself with them. i love to laugh so it’s natural that i would surround myself with people who make me laugh till i pee my panties in a fit. or, you know, something like that. what i don’t love is people who are [...]
you know that song by meatloaf? the one that goes “i would do anything for love, but i won’t do that?” i always wondered what he meant. but now i think i know. :/ ick.
had a heckuva time getting home today. took me an hour and a half longer than it should have, which is really saying something considering i live and work in an area where the big novelty is watching the one stop light blink off and on saturday nights. we just don’t *do* traffic. nonetheless, i [...]
so today i took a shower with a spider. he drowned. i didn’t. i was trying to decide if i should feel bad about that. but in the end, i decided i didn’t. bettah him than me, i say. bettah him than me. my head is still all messed up from the trip. i’m having [...]
you know what i think we just don’t see enough of? people fake crying in music videos.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire























