Survival Never Goes Out of Style

Dec 05
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kristybrannon:

tummy hurts and feeling lonely really

Are you living in Bloomington currently?  I’m coming there tomorrow and staying the night.  We should hang out if you aren’t busy!

Dec 04
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This is the yuckiest feeling.  I don’t know any other way of putting it.

This is what I want. It’s what I need.  Why does it still hurt so bad?

Dec 01
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aprilavica: The life of an elf according to Elf: making gingerbread houses, ice skating, holding hands, snow angels, eating entire rolls of Tollhouse Cookiedough as fast as you can and snuggling. Don’t forget about the four main food groups: candy, candy canes, candy corns and syrup. I’m moving to the North Pole and becoming an elf. See ya later. Will you be my elf girlfriend?

aprilavica:

The life of an elf according to Elf: making gingerbread houses, ice skating, holding hands, snow angels, eating entire rolls of Tollhouse Cookiedough as fast as you can and snuggling. Don’t forget about the four main food groups: candy, candy canes, candy corns and syrup.

I’m moving to the North Pole and becoming an elf. See ya later.

Will you be my elf girlfriend?

Nov 27
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“Would you rather meet the one who did coke in front of me, or the one who had a threesome last night?”  hahaha

“Would you rather meet the one who did coke in front of me, or the one who had a threesome last night?”  hahaha

Nov 26
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Last night I got really drunk in Chicago.  I wore a Casualties’ guy’s leather jacket.  It was heavy.  That band is intense. Kate & I were too cute for that shit.  It was like a scary movie. We held each other.  More Team Swellers hang out time.  Good people, good times.  Simple sentence.  One more.  Done.

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aprilavica: Havin a hang with Cocoa. She’s one of my favorite parts about coming home. so uhhhh let’s see each other. Maybe for a whole ten minutes this time.

aprilavica:

Havin a hang with Cocoa. She’s one of my favorite parts about coming home.

so uhhhh let’s see each other. Maybe for a whole ten minutes this time.

Nov 20
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can i please have a kitty or another equally small, equally cute animal to cuddle with? That’s all that I want right now.  Other than 48-hour knock out nasal spray.

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Jawbreaker, beer, and procrastination.  Too many of my nights have ended this way lately.  I need a change.  A huge change.

I haven’t felt this discouraged in a long, long time.  Kate’s guy friend told me about nasal spray he used to take for his migraines that would make him pass out for 2 whole days.  Give me this. In excess.

Nov 01
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zombie baristas

zombie baristas

Oct 26
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I’m having one of those days where I feel like the only intelligent and capable person alive. I hate today.  To celebrate, I’m saying “fuck you” to the beautiful weather.  Instead I’m sitting inside, bitter, with a beer, while watching Henry Rollins rape women and take guns from the blacks.

begin rant-

Has anyone else ever just felt completely tired of everyone that they know?  I feel like I’ve met everyone there is to meet here.  I want to leave.  Ideally, I would love to couch hop.  $5 a day to sleep on someone’s couch.  Love it. 
I feel so suffocated.  I want to fuck up.  I want to fuck up so bad. I feel like any decision I make is going to make SOMEONE think negatively about me. I’ve never had to deal with that before. 
I moved out on my own and jumped into a serious relationship before my high school graduation.  and that’s been my life.  I don’t feel like I’m in any position to take care of anyone right now…anymore.  I don’t even feel like taking care of myself. I feel like if I stay here and keep doing what I’m doing, this is going to be my life, forever.  Paycheck to paycheck, uninspired, but comfortable, living.

So why is it so fucking hard to just MOVE?  I’m totally capable.  Corey is even telling me to.  Why am I so scared to leave my comfort zone?  I know everyone here.  I know where to go to the doctor.  I know that I have someone to hang out with 24/7.   I know where to eat and where to buy clothes.  I know how much money to spend where.  I know where to live and how to navigate to anywhere I might want to go.

I need something to happen. Sometime to push me and make me go.  I don’t have a lot of emotional attachment here, really. but the little that I do have is enough to make me afraid.

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