pathetic? you decide.

the things that currently govern my day-to-day, in order of importance:

1. alcohol
2. the coffee shop
3. drugs
4. nostalgia

hot damn.

also, the most infuriating sound in the world has become that of my cat licking himself. anyone want an old cat who pukes only on the one rug in yr otherwise entirely hardwood-floored house? i'd love to give you one.

hm.

i met a guy at the bar tonight who told me i look "very williamsburg, new york."

i don't know whether i should feel offended or optimistic about this. either way, he was a little cute and i was a little buzzed so no harm done.

ugh.

my body finally decided to call it quits. a week after i joined the gym and made a half-hearted pledge to myself to repair my waning health, i caught a fucking awful stomach virus thing. i woke up at 5 this morning, commenced puking out my insides, and kept doing that for a while. here i am, 14 hours later, sore and weak and nauseous still. i'm only writing this because i needed to sit up and busy my hands for a second to be sure i still function somewhat properly.

that's all i've got. on the plus side, it was nice to take my very first sick day from work.