the best therapy is 65 degrees and two pitchers

whose idea was that, anyway.

last night a dj saved my life

(by playing kelly clarkson.)

broked

fix pls.

it's been raining forever, ohio

my insides are cold.

when the weather matches my mood all the time

i should consider changing something.

pressent

i pay my coherent friends to censor me

what i wanted to say: "hello friends. my name is devra freelander, and i spend most of my time drinking warm drinks out of plastic cups, carrying books and beach items in my arms, and sleeping without a pillowcase. if any of you have any suggestions on how to solve these problems, i could really use your input; my quality of life has suffered tremendously. but on a different note, i will share with you all a fond camp memory of mine: i once beat the entire pokemon yellow version in ONE saturday breira. yes, that's right, just one breira. not sure if i had friends that year, though. i'll get back to you on it."

the right thing to say: nothing.

luvs

                 seventeen pages of blissed-out uberrussian alcoholic propaganda from the eighties,

and call that bitty in keep whose prescription just got filled.

dreems

instead of sleep, i'll listen to the new  dirtyprojectors album!

instead of showering, i'll watch larp videos on the intarnet!

instead of having friends, i'll work on my sweet jankum brew!

dreems dreems dreems

maybe i will start recording my dreems.