Saturday, May 31, 2003
FOOT CRAMP
posted by Alison 10:30 PM
Friday, May 30, 2003
secret shame = vanessa carleton.
makes me think of sara in the car at the cottage which makes me want to die with love. makes me think of dorothy playing it on the piano and all us music nerds singing along and makes me want to die with laughter.
posted by Alison 12:36 PM
i see broke-ass hoes.
posted by Alison 12:27 PM
Despite the fact that I woke up brutally ill, i'm SO GODDAMN EXCITED. This may be the best I've felt all week. But not really, cuz my throat and back hurt. Last night was super good, I was telling Courtney it was the first time all week I felt NORMAL. I used to love feeling different, even if it was feeling shitty or hurty or angry, example right after Tal and I split up, but now this new feeling is just so fucking wrong I don't like it, but I finally felt NORMAL last night and it was fantastic. Right now I'm excited as balls, I can't even fucking type properly. I heard Buffalo Springfield on the radio and just... everything is exciting and good. I honestly think this is the thinnest I've been in like.. several several years. And that's exciting, albeit a little worrying, as I hardly ate all week...
Here's what I said to Giulia: I'm excited for looking hot. and my date who's going to look hot. and sexual tension. and flirting with boys. and dancing with girls.
Jesus. Meredith and Sara were right: I'm SO high school.
posted by Alison 12:10 PM
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Your good looks are becoming a problem!
-lead singer re. guitarist with mystique
posted by Alison 11:18 PM
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
it appears i have some sort of grieg addiction.
most people throw up food. vanessa throws up organs. i throw up boys. i hate it. i hate this.
i hate that i can't breathe in deeply. i feel like i bruised my diaphram.
i hate that choir is over.
i hate that i almost started crying in writer's craft today. freaking out about ... everything, and that i have to write a play for wednesday, and those spanish soldiers who got in a plane crash on the way home.
They were on their fucking WAY HOME.
posted by Alison 12:36 AM
Sunday, May 25, 2003
On my block, when you're that fucked up they laugh at it.
posted by Alison 8:05 PM
