she lived out her life in a giant shoe

telephone game. i got over it in grade school but now it's back to haunt me. it's hard to spend any time online without me being booted off by incoming calls. i can't help it. i can't ignore it. it just happens. but excessively calling your daughter 5 or 6 times in a row. my god. i'm so tired of being the only helpful person in the family.

what about those families i see in infomercials? they're so nice. why is my family constantly bickering?

although, i know i'm in a normal screwed up famly like everyone else. it still bothers me the lack of communication between us. i'm just tired and i would like some time alone. from everyone.

especially the dog. he's like a secret admirer stalker ex-boyfriend with a lot of fur. i can't deal with this!

inbetween phone calls i'm often restless. must be all the caffiene i have to drink to stay stable. so i create.

must create to survive.

i'm thinking of this blog more and more as an extension of my real life self. i don't hide anything anymore and i don't know why i would want to. i mean here's my zine right here.

right the fuck here.

p.s. i'm sorry for all the midnight rambling. i'm redoing a lot of my blogs over with a new set up. so watch for new links in the next few days.

-new photobooth
-new haikus
-new about me section

woohoo! 
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