8.27.2005
Low on iron.
7:26 PM
8.15.2005
I am miserable. We're on strike and I can't even make jokes about it. I don't think y'all know what it's like to wear a billboard sign around your neck with itchy string and walk walk walk around a building for hours and hours. Or sit in the grass with a bunch of people you don't know. I'm not a good mingler. I never have been. You run out of things to talk about. You feel trapped. But I need that 200 bucks a week. And the worst is that I'll have to start eating ham again. People are speculating the union will provide ham loaf cheese sandwiches. And since I'm pretty fucking poor I'll have to eat whatever comes my way.
Today is very hate filled.
7:08 PM
8.09.2005
Cosmo told me that there are relationship busters women should watch out for. One of them is that you should not be too lenient. Like if he's 20 minutes late, give that jerk hell. I'm giving my future boyfriend hell for not emailing me in one week. I think it'll bring us closer together.
My cousin Marc Andre lives in Toronto. My mother sent me photos of him in the ER. He's a nurse. Everyone knows male ER nurses are gay. It looks like he works out too. Everyone knows men who go to the gym are gay. I'm so lucky. I have a gay cousin!
Confidential to Slim: You're in the dog house mister...the DOG HOUSE.
1:24 PM
Come around. Take it with a smile.
She did it. And did it again.
Things come slipping off towards the middle.
Time gets sucked into the sphere and a bead of sweat
that fell from your forehead awaits suspended
just inches from the ground.
Time stood still for a moment
giving you a chance to see everything clearly.
Slowly,
you got up from your chair and walked to the window,
where drops of rain and condensation
covered the pane.
Wiping the window clear again
you are nonplussed at the view
you’ve grown accustomed to;
but your conscience reaches
for the tree outside, skims the puddles,
and kisses the grass for a new perspective.
Alex Mollins
Two years today.
12:45 PM
8.04.2005
I sat here for a very long time, chewing on my nipples and sipping this red yellow tail that tastes like a heated window sill. Let's see...I have cleaned out the cat litter and sprinkled it with baby powder. I have jaw dropped and screamed and then flushed a spider down the sink. If the legs of a spider span my hand width, I won't kill it even with bare toilet paper in my hands. I do not want leg guts fluttering around the edges.
If I could have, I would have taken those Sleeman's from the fridge, but people would have noticed cause the box was full. Not that they would ever know it was me, but I'd rather they just didn't know. I regret that I didn't steal more when I was a child. Now I wanna do it all the time, but I am bach bach bach.
There are pictures of my boobs on a random's digital camera from some loft party, where the band played.
"You have a nice rack," said Liz.
'Thanks," I said.
Where the band played another random recited a poem for me.
"Did you hear it?"
"ummmm,"
"Will you go home with me?"
"Noooooo.....hey! Can I borrow ten bucks so I can get a cab home?"
8:46 PM
8:46 PM
Low on iron.
- Got offered a free tattoo.
- Went to the Island with Brooke for Seth's birthday. Lydia tried to double me back to the ferry. We were drunk and it didn't work. I kept trying to encourage her with mind power by saying "balance" every once in a while. Then some hero bikes up to us and sweeps me off the bike and sweats his way to the ferry. If we had missed the ferry life would have sucked. It's full of red ants.
- I am champ at Jenga. I did not have to show my bum.
- Pool Party at Degrassi guys house. Lots of AD's and beer. I swam in my underwear. Boy, was I drunk.
- Met an artist and dj named Hair. She gave me some pins featuring hair.
- Went to Barrie. Bought wild white leather slouch boots at VV.
- Went to the gym and worked out like mad. Burst a blood vessel and nearly tore my limbs off.
- Jason gets here on Sept. 17 at 7 am. We're locking ourselves in my bedroom and that's that.
7:26 PM
8.15.2005
I am miserable. We're on strike and I can't even make jokes about it. I don't think y'all know what it's like to wear a billboard sign around your neck with itchy string and walk walk walk around a building for hours and hours. Or sit in the grass with a bunch of people you don't know. I'm not a good mingler. I never have been. You run out of things to talk about. You feel trapped. But I need that 200 bucks a week. And the worst is that I'll have to start eating ham again. People are speculating the union will provide ham loaf cheese sandwiches. And since I'm pretty fucking poor I'll have to eat whatever comes my way.
Today is very hate filled.
7:08 PM
8.09.2005
Cosmo told me that there are relationship busters women should watch out for. One of them is that you should not be too lenient. Like if he's 20 minutes late, give that jerk hell. I'm giving my future boyfriend hell for not emailing me in one week. I think it'll bring us closer together.
My cousin Marc Andre lives in Toronto. My mother sent me photos of him in the ER. He's a nurse. Everyone knows male ER nurses are gay. It looks like he works out too. Everyone knows men who go to the gym are gay. I'm so lucky. I have a gay cousin!
Confidential to Slim: You're in the dog house mister...the DOG HOUSE.
1:24 PM
Come around. Take it with a smile.
She did it. And did it again.
Things come slipping off towards the middle.
Time gets sucked into the sphere and a bead of sweat
that fell from your forehead awaits suspended
just inches from the ground.
Time stood still for a moment
giving you a chance to see everything clearly.
Slowly,
you got up from your chair and walked to the window,
where drops of rain and condensation
covered the pane.
Wiping the window clear again
you are nonplussed at the view
you’ve grown accustomed to;
but your conscience reaches
for the tree outside, skims the puddles,
and kisses the grass for a new perspective.
Alex Mollins
Two years today.
12:45 PM
8.04.2005
I sat here for a very long time, chewing on my nipples and sipping this red yellow tail that tastes like a heated window sill. Let's see...I have cleaned out the cat litter and sprinkled it with baby powder. I have jaw dropped and screamed and then flushed a spider down the sink. If the legs of a spider span my hand width, I won't kill it even with bare toilet paper in my hands. I do not want leg guts fluttering around the edges.
If I could have, I would have taken those Sleeman's from the fridge, but people would have noticed cause the box was full. Not that they would ever know it was me, but I'd rather they just didn't know. I regret that I didn't steal more when I was a child. Now I wanna do it all the time, but I am bach bach bach.
There are pictures of my boobs on a random's digital camera from some loft party, where the band played.
"You have a nice rack," said Liz.
'Thanks," I said.
Where the band played another random recited a poem for me.
"Did you hear it?"
"ummmm,"
"Will you go home with me?"
"Noooooo.....hey! Can I borrow ten bucks so I can get a cab home?"
8:46 PM
8:46 PM
