today i took my ipod out for a walk, only the temperature was a whopping 9 degrees. the cord for my headphones got all stiff and temperamental and i couldn't turn the volume up or down while wearing mittens. apparently the touchpad only works for warm-blooded human beings.
i guess we can safely conclude that aliens have no business taking over our planet simply to gain control of our ipod technology. plus they probably can't even get the itunes software in space.
yeah so, my life right now is pretty kickass.
i know sometimes we only share things with the world when we are depressed,
"the low point."
but right now i am on a real natural kind of high.
arguements and competitions and bickering and hugs.
laughing so hard i need someone to hold me up.
walking home in the soft rain, only to remember what a cracking heart feels like.
and the sobs. the drunken sobs. the drunken moslestation. the drunken moment i accosted him. the drunken mess left in the morning. the sober subject neither of us knew what to do with.
"i guess he's just a worryer."
hmm. maybe i will call him whiskers.
the girls who make my life a better place to live. and there are pictures to prove it.
ha. luxor, too. fucking gamers.
happy halloween, yo.
i bought a new dress today (the green one, pat). i won't be able to wear it until may or june or even july maybe, but i am excited anyway. it was torn, so i got 70 percent off. yesssss.
anyway, i sat in bed all day writing letters that i will never send. i am so full of regret lately. and its really getting me down. a letter because i was hurt, a letter because i was misunderstood, a letter because i made a mistake. all those words, for no one to read.
i would like to take this opportunity to mention that after i die, which i assure you will not be anytime soon (god willing). . .that i want my journals to be burned, unread, along with my body. that shit's personal, yo.
i have a cavity, and it makes me sad. i cant eat any more of the chocolate chip cookies i made this week. looks like i am back to my carrot and celery diet.
alright, while the surf shop is way stimulating, i think i am done here. one day i will have the inet at home again. someday, someday.
love and miss.
that can only be the work of jenni.
bitches! i miss your fucking shit.
please PUHLEEZE catch the next ely train. because there is a direct transfer to the El-train from there. haa!
yeah, so it's raining today.
the day i had to run at least four thousand errands--on foot, of course--and it has been raining all fucking day. but when i go home i will make chocolate chip cookies to be devoured all by yours truly!
oh the front porch of ely on the raininest day ever.
i love my life.
and it's not even a big house.
anyway, its morning and i've been awake for a few hours now. . .with a sour taste in my mouth. there's something about waking up in this house that doesnt ever let me fall back asleep. my favorite thing in the world to do, and this fucking house wont allow me that simple pleasure. cocksucker.
if you go to saint kates, i want you to know that I MISS YOU!!!! i miss the halls of the cdc, the smelly campus staircases, the feeling of impending doom outside my bedroom door. i miss the girls, and my giant pushed-together bed.
springtime.
frisbee.
just walking around.
anyway, if you miss me so desperately i suppose you could build me a shrine, take a picture, and tell me all about it. i found out there is already a picture of me in the cdc, on the third floor just outside of the ballroom. oh the ballroom. . .so many good times in there--elections, christmas parties, drag shows. sigh.
alright, enough of this non sense. i really do miss you though. . .
and if you dont type slower, then you make alot of mistakes. and drinking also makes you hate alex n warfield. yeah dude, i mean that.
to all of you that i love. . .I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!
love ellie
