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- coo coo ca choo.
So I’ve decided to return to EMU to finish my last year of undergraduate “education.” The last time I was really here, I was of normal college age.
However, at the age of 26, it has become impossible for me to walk anywhere on campus without “Mrs. Robinson” playing incessantly in my head.
On the plus side, [...]
- except for the part where i don’t want to get shot.
I’ve been thinking more and more lately that I should have taken up a certain someone’s offer to move across the country and become queen of the underworld.
After all, I’m nothing if not ethically flexible. And the times I’ve felt most at home were the times we two ignored all of life’s “thou shalts” and [...]
- ypsilanti gothic.
a fire broke out in the apartment across from mine thursday morning.
the construction workers removing the apartment’s guts have spraypainted a 4-foot white cross on its giant balcony windows. through them, one sees only charred and blackened innards.
management sent a letter saying it was caused by a lit cigarette left on a couch.
it must have [...]
- in summary,
i think it would be most appropriate for my tombstone to only read “oops.”
- a dispatch from my cave.
I’m worn out from a lifetime of battling my own innate nature. I keep trying to make my introverted self fit into an extroverted world, but all it does it make me miserable.
The immutable bottom line is that I am strange and eccentric and it is bred into the bone. I don’t like talking on [...]
- good boys and girls get a mind trip for christmas.
I didn’t really know what to get my dad and new stepmom for christmas this year. I can barely afford food, but I still want to give them a memorable present.
So I’m getting them a bottle of wine, a copy of the experimental art film Chronos, and two joints.
My inner Santa feels downright jolly.
- monday night nudity.
soooo.
another monday night, another naked dance party. these kinds of things are happening with an alarming frequency lately.
i blame my pretty new apartment: it’s spacious and rigged throughout with blacklights, a strobe light, and a siren, not to mention my ridiculously effective audio system. last night’s soundtrack was stevie wonder’s “innervisions” album.
ah, sweet debauchery.
- well, child, maybe it’s because you can never satisfy yourself.
Thus ends one of the most frustrating weeks in recent memory. I don’t whether to drink myself silly or hide away from the world and cry.
Maybe both.
It’s weird. I don’t know why it’s been so bad, it just has. Everything’s seemed so off. And while I was constantly surrounded by people who care about me, [...]
