tonight was really awful but then later i got drunk with anna and it was better.
People think it’s all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored. But what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn’t do it. After all, we’re not fucking stupid. At least, we’re not that fucking stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you’re still nowhere near it. When...
this is me miserable drinking a bottle* of wine *a water bottle
my constant complaining lost me a follower BOO HOO READ MY COLUMN, BITCH
oh my jesus christ
CHEER UP CAT YOU GET TO IMBIBE SOON
i haven’t showered since christmas eve.
You’re in denial!
today i watched 3 hours of my dad’s old home movies and all the australians were so beautiful and it was during the 60s and the clothes were great and i’m jealous of his childhood.
about to embark on my winter holiday tradition of 2-hour angry naps.
THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO TRANSFER FILES
omg i can’t imagine what i would be like to have christmas with a big family. so many presents that aren’t for you and are for piece of shit cousins you don’t care about all hail the expatriated family.
i had to turn off requiem bc i felt guilty for...
one of the most depressing movies of all time on xmas eve and i’ve already seen it and now i’m watching some awful danny devito xmas movie on tbs or s/t like that
nothing says christmas eve like watching requiem for a dream and getting drunk alone on gifted chardonnay
listening to five different versions of last...
i didn’t know this song existed until about a week ago
I’m supposed to be at the coffeehouse working right now, but I think I’ll just lay here until someone comes and fetches me.
im not texting you the rest of break. fuck you have a good christmas.
today was knitting and knitting and eating and friends not texting me and i’ve watched three movies and finished my knitting project and watched a lot of spongebob and i’ve read over 300 pages of twilight in the past 24 hours ew ew ew ew stay tuned for more exciting updates on Cat’s Christmas Break 2011
Watching Christmas movies with my dad and knitting forever and greasing my tat and patting the dog and wearing knee socks and eating and spending too much money and stealing quiet cigarettes and not relating to friends and sleeping on the couch and wearing earplugs and going out to eat and calling Julia and not texting you and tonight I’m going to spin enough wool for a hat.
omg he showed me the pic and it’s so big
gonna smoke a cig and then go seduce “david” my tattoo artist with my blank smooth milky white thigh lol jk
i’m keeping busy in burlington but i’m still miserable and i don’t have time to blog so my blog is just annoying text posts complaining about how miserable i am. HA!
MY INSIDES ARE A JUMBLED MESS OF MISERY AND CONFUSION on a not-completely-shitty note, i made a spur of the moment tattoo appt so at 1 o clock tmrw i will have another permanent, stupid thing on my body.
i dont want to be here, i dont know why i had to come back. i want to be able to go home to a flickering fireplace and i want to put up the christmas tree and do stupid things like put that ugly santa up on the mantle that we got at walmart four years ago. i want to drag the armchair over to the fire and read twilight and wear sweatpants and i want to not yell every five seconds. i don’t...