i just had this ridiculous dream that i took Andrea to dinner at a fabric store with my family and people that live around me, drank my first alcohol and drank too much and lost everything that i've known and loved.

Feeding addictions is like gassing a car.

Living is much easier when you're convinced you don't actually exist,



which is quite the paradox.

Nada.

At the close of my day, I'd just like to tell Blogger about me.

I have an addiction to Peanut Butter-covered Bagels.
I have many other addictions and tendencies.
I lie to myself in order to be happy.
I play guitar religiously.
I have never fallen in love.
I want to run a coffee joint when I'm an 'adult'.
I want to kill myself whenever I hear about or see my friends partying.
I have very very low confidence.


so suck it, Blogger. <3

God in Relation to Drag.

Today made me realise that happiness can be found in being completely different. Fuck what's normal. I'm a good kid.

Bienvenue à la fête...

After a fit of anger aimed at Xanga, this will now be the home of my infectious catchphrases and noxious misnomers. I'll start drinking more coffee so that whatever my ego shits out on here will come out slightly coherent (no fears).

ps - Welcome back, Blogger.






love,
the Zak.