not even halfway through the semester yet...

And I feel like I'm gonna explode.

I need one of the following:

a) a hug
b) a spanking
c) both
d) more money and time

I can see now, the only answer is prostitution.

Even years later, being in the darkroom reminds me of House of Leaves. It's exactly how I imagined the darkness to feel like, right down to the low hum. Funny how you still close your eyes in the dark, as if it matters. Maybe that's me. I do have control issues.
Gawdamn that were a good book.

I wish I weren't so judgemental. I wish I could look at a picture and not fucking analyze it to death. I wish Lisa wasn't back. And I wish I didn't get so annoyed at stupid things like lobotomized zombie-mothers repeatedly calling their son throughout the store....in my defense, it was "John-John" that made it annoying. No wonder he kept running from her.
I'm going to start calling everyone by double names.

home. workout. write. read. maybe eat at some point.
Too many deadlines. Too many.

Peace out my bitches, more later.
-Jill-Jill.