January 2012
3 posts
December 2011
15 posts
I’m getting super down with my British roots and listening to Green Sleeves and O Holy Night (by renowned English druid, Celine Dion). I used to crack open my parents’ “Celtic Odyssey” CD and pine for the mists of Avalon and seals that turned into women. Now I’m for real and go to Ales Stenar but I only see women turn into expats.
“I thought that in order to make yogurt myself, I needed to invest in a yogurt...”
– I’m aiming for making my own yogurt without sounding like I have kale in my vagina.
Last night I came up with a song.
It’s called “Chillin with My Motherfuckin Dog.”
I have this acute anxiety that my friends in the US are leaving me behind. I keep dreaming that they are mocking me or disparaging me, usually in really bizarre places like a Disney Land located on a reservation atop a doomed and haunted mountain mansion I shoot out of in a carboat from a great altitude into a churning river with messages raining down on me shot by arrow telling me how to safely...
my "blog" will now be an affirmation blog.
I’ve decided to shower today (applause). I’m hell of sexy. Even though I will most likely spend tonight alone with my dog, I’ma lotion myself up, drink some wine and maybe eat some cheese—on crackers, this isn’t like last (night) time. I’ve applied for two jobs which is almost better than actually having a job. I’m hell of productive. Don’t fuck with...
