it's 10:17 am, on April 11, 2009 - incredulous.

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to document the incredulously asinine things that keep happening around me, so, b and my roommate ended up getting drunk and sleeping together.

sign I am not the same person I was: I didn't move out of the apartment without another word. sign I am still not totally changed: I've been chilling upstairs instead of being in the apartment.

maybe in the end I'll actually come out ahead in this scenario? I mean, "it's your turn to do the dishes-- why? oh, well, you slept with my ex!" or "so, I think you should cook-- why? oh, well, you slept with my roommate!" months, baby. months.

it's probably a good sign that I can say, I'm not as mad at them for actually fucking as I am for the complete and utter lack of human decency - not to mention complete and utter thoughtlessness shown. like, way to treat me like garbage. gold star.

maybe a little like my old self.

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flesh wound - October 20, 2009
second verse, same as the first. - October 13, 2009
second verse, same as the first. - July 07, 2009
bone bruise - June 19, 2009
dear old love-- - April 23, 2009