how I know that is really not important at this time.

Confessions Part II

Bless me, Father, for I confess to almighty God and to you Father that I have sinned. It has been fourteen years since my last confession. I did not receive absolution or perform my penance.

I have wasted talent.

I have squandered opportunity.

I am sorry for these, and all the sins of my past life, especially for sins against myself, and ask for absolution from almighty God and from you, Father, for my sins.

I will absolutely commit them again.

no lo eres

lo siento. así es es. debía nunca metirte, pero estaba facil así.

y si, sé que puedes leer este.

no me importa.

why does something that is so bad for you give you such a rush

lifehacking bodyhacking brainhacking

I used to be happy

i do not think so

do you realize
that we have inadvertently entered a terrible competition

(it is possible your behavior has nothing to do with me but i still apologize, albeit egomaniacally)

do you realize how bizarrely meaningful it is, this difference in the manifestation of our fading obsession?

there are possibilities
perhaps i am the obsessive, watching counting calculating business that is not my own

or you are woefully oblivious and ignoring what happens so often in front of your eyes

(haven't you wondered, calculated, ever? maybe you blamed good genes. maybe you just didn't care.)

do you realize that i you me we all of us are crazy

and that even if you do go to cambridge, you have to take your mind with you

I do not

understand why you said you would leave it at that.

She cheated.

You caught her.

WHY DID YOU LET IT GO?

you know what's annoying?

people who not only have Ph.Ds, but are also extremely hot.

you are too fucking much with the boots

i don't really

care if you are a bitch or not a bitch or if you mean to be in either of those states

i do care that you stopped smiling

this is why i never could have been a doctor. not just because of my terrible add
i will always see people as people

and right now they're really terrifying

you are starting to scare me

i fucking hate the remix. not only because it's called the fucking BLEND, bitches, but also because they insist on selling milkshakes.

ARE THEY UNAWARE OF WHAT A PROBLEM THIS IS? of where they are, of who they are selling these to, size24rockandrepublicsareyoufuckingseriouslookather

also they use unflavored soy milk, what the fuck.

she let me break my own dreams

now i have to let you break yours

i always assumed she was just sadistic, but I realize now that it is far worse to be her

holden caulfield was a lunatic but he had a point

i have a better one

Artists may use lies to tell the truth, but reporters use the truth to tell lies.

Let's all think about how poignant that would be in a non-emo context.

we are now passing alpha centuari

"I've brought you a present, Kathryn."

She turned too quickly, uncharacteristically startled. It was her.

"You shouldn't have come." Kathryn didn't meet her eyes.

The other woman smiled. "I thought we agreed there would be no discussion."

Kathryn looked at her disdainfully. "That would have required discussion."

"You always broke your own rules." She reached for Kathryn's hair.

She jerked awake before she could cry out. Realized where she was, that she was still dressed.

She told herself, again, that dreams meant nothing

WANT

SNAXI.

I don't really like Snickers, but now I totally want a Snaxi.

It could live in my driveway and we would call it Steve!

HOW IS EVERYTHING SIMULTANEOUSLY ABOUT EATING FOOD AND ABOUT DELIBERATELY NOT EATING THAT FOOD?

I HATE PEOPLE.

but not enough to eat them.

ew.

Even I think this is a bit excessive:

Aren't you legally insane after 72 hours anyway?

tears

there is such a fine line between genius and insanity

*headexplode*

The word is WEIRD.

W. E. I. R. D.

CAPICHE?