a list (also known as i don't care enough to actually write)

Need to Buy-

Tequila

Lime

Diet Coke

Oranges

Hummus (preferably red pepper or 40 spice)

Paper Towels

Laundry Soap

Cigarettes

Conditioner

Irritants-

Father (obsessing, refuses to accept my autonomy)

Grandmother (dying...again)

Contacts keep falling out

Brother being suspiciously nice

Hair not working (maybe haircut time?)

Losing power for six hours today 

Michael (not being here)

and then the collapse...

Today wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be. The actual job today was not so hot, but I saw my virtual twin again and we went out after work (as per what is slowly becoming the norm...). 

As for my youthful indescresions of evening's past, that's all they were. No need to dwell on what I did. And to be honest, I don't even care. I did what I wanted and I'm damn pleased with myself. So put that by your dick and suck it. As for two members of the scrappy group known as GCI NYC '08, one aparently quit midday today and the other is up to his usual antics. So I guess all is good.

I feel so creatively vapid right now. Seriously, I'm listening to Miley Cyrus right now and it sucks. ((Is it bad that I  ADORE her song "7 things"?)) But I'm too blah to change it. And I can't write. Or read, for that matter. 

I did however, start a piece the other day. I'm not sure where I'm heading with it just yet, but I think it has the potential to evolve into something of substance. But I'm not sure.

All I want to do is sleep.

such a whore...

I started a new job with the DNC in the city. I like it, I guess. The work is a bitch, as is all campaign work, but the people are amazing. So amazing that I did the Lilith thing and made out with two of them at a bar we go to after work then went back to a different guy's place (met him at the bar, don't work with him). Yup. Whoops.

The thing is... I don't think it matters. I had fun. And I'm allowed to be young and dumb and reckless and all of those things EVERYONE says I'm too mature to be at the fine old age of 20.

And it kind of sucks because Florida Michael and I are sort of back together. But I also like both of the coworkers I made out with. One of them, I think, was a drunk make out on his part because I saw him the next day and he didnt even awknoledge me. But I haven't seen the other yet. And I think both are working tomorrow. So I guess we'll see.

I'm not going back to Hood, I decided. I'm taking the semester off to apply to other schools. I'm probably going to end up at NYU or the New School or worst comes to worst Montclair State or Slutgers. I'm kind of over the Western Maryland thing...