i have paintings for sale. they are both three feet by four feet. i will try to get pictures of them up. if you want to buy one email me. they're really nice. they're so fucking nice.
i started a band with a man from texas who now lives in chicago. his name is wes neal. the band is called "depressed woman."
it seems like you can tell if someone was just talking about you if you walk into a room and there are two people standing there and one says, "so anyway". "so anyway" is the sign that someone was just talking about you.
i'd like to ask a serious question. what is REALLY stopping you from opening fire on a police car. is it morals, or the fear of getting caught. for me it seems like the fear of getting caught. when i really think about it, most reasons why i dont do things are because i don't want to get caught.
last night i had a dream where a pit bull had it jaws clamped down on my hand (i always dream that a dog is biting me when my hand falls asleep while i'm asleep) and the pit bull had really big teeth that looked like pumpkin seeds and when the pit bull bit my hand i said out loud, "this will be ok" and i put the pit bull's head against a brick wall and kneed it twice. the first one didn't do anything. but the second one cracked the pit bull's skull and the jaws released my hand.
depressed woman in 2012.
is anyone having fun anymore.
i feel like years ago i was like, "i'm going to stop having fun for a little bit then come back to it" but then i never came back to it.
yesterday i was walking down the sidewalk and a man passed me from behind, going backwards in a motorized wheelchair, with his head over his shoulder, holding a laptop computer.
the guy who lives above me screams at videogames all night.
for some reason i keep thinking i would definitely win the lottery if i played once but i just won't play it.
a huge worry of mine is that i'll be sleeping over at someone's house and then randomly piss while i'm sleeping. like, it could happen. it could just happen once, out of nowhere and then never happen again and i'd either have to never talk to that person again--just run out of the house and never communicate with them again--or try to apologize in some way, but i know i couldn't do it without laughing.
a lot of things seem stupid to me now. like i just keep thinking, "that's stupid" and then i think, "wait, is that stupid" and then i think, "yeah it's stupid."
i almost uncontrollably said, "i love you" to an old man working a sandwich counter last week when he said, "chips and drink?"
is anyone having fun anymore, i'm serious. can someone tell me something they have done recently that was fun and can they describe the feeling.
i'm an adult.