I looked at the Rorschach blot. I tried to pretend it looked like a spreading tree, shadows pooled beneath it, but it didn't. It looked more like a dead cat I once found, the fat, glistening grubs writhing blindly, squirming over each other, frantically tunneling away from the light. But even that is avoiding the real horror. The horror is this: In the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness. We are alone. There is nothing else.
got my hair cut. watched lake mungo with my best friend tonight and the happening as well (which was awful, but so, so funny). tomorrow it is bbq adventure time and monday is thrift shop adventure time!
"Beneath the face of anyone you ever loved for true--anyone you love, you will always love, love is not at the mercy of time and it does not recognize death, they are strangers to each other--beneath the face of the beloved, however ancient, ruined, and scarred, is the face of the baby your love once was, and will always be, for you."
so tired. so bored. pretending i haven't seen the a-team movie three times.
i know all the cops on the mall of america mall cops show premiering on tlc. i've hit on one of them. this is going to be the most hilarious thing to watch ever. the only good thing about having gone to school in the mall of america is getting to make fun of it and knowing it as well as i do.
i have crooked teeth, i'm ridiculously short, i look at my lap when i say important things (or most things), i read way too much, and i'm a special ed major.