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[15 Jun 2008|12:02pm] last night i went to the bed with the light on in hopes that it would be the last time, given that jay hadn't seen any cockroaches in the past two nights and we now have all these baits and traps and what not. but around four fifteen, i heard eleanor jump off the bed and start cooing like she was interested in something. groggily, i sat up and moved my purse to discover that she was playing with another one. the raid was on my nightstand, and i used it- the roach died quickly. but i knew i wouldn't be able to sleep again, so after sweeping up the roach and flushing its carcass down the toilet, i went for a drive, avoiding my bed until the sun came up fully so i could finally sleep. it didn't really help. to write

terminally indecisive [02 Jun 2008|05:57pm] i cannot remember the last time i was this nervous. to write

[22 May 2008|01:42pm] lord almighty. to write

my birthday party! [22 Jan 2008|05:36pm] saturday night, ten-ish. aaron jay neber, jasmin dalilah hunter, preston and teague will be playing. our new house is on 17th st between beck and hardy. c'mon, yo. 1 paperpapers | to write

[22 Apr 2007|05:38pm] for those of you who ever doubted it, brent talks too much. 1 paperpapers | to write

oh dear [06 Sep 2006|12:16pm] often times (like these) i wish i wasn't quite so outta my goddamn mind. 1 paperpapers | to write

[08 Jun 2006|09:21pm] you guys, i hate that i'm never around. or at least haven't been the past week and a half. i will do better. 2 paperpapers | to write

[05 Mar 2006|06:59pm] just so everyone knows, i dropped my phone today and broke the display. so if you have to tell me something, call me, and if i don't answer but you want me to know you called, leave a message. texts are now pointless because i can't read them. also, unless you are absolutely positive i know your number, and i can tell you know i probably don't, you should leave that in your message too. 2 paperpapers | to write

[02 Mar 2006|12:34pm] here's the thing: bras suck. creationism has nothing to do with biology. dog hair does not belong in my eyeballs. you can't get money from a bank without a debit card after seven p.m. you can't get money if you don't have any. nobody cares what you feel passionately about if you don't start a crusade of some kind. i just saw todd hoover. in the library, though. no laughing. you have to get out of bed eventually. what is clean one moment will be dirty the next. 2 paperpapers | to write

[04 Feb 2006|08:40pm] today i was carrying about seventeen purses from backstock out onto the floor, and walking down the fiction aisle i accidently bumped a woman (wearing what i believe is called a "shrug", khaki pants with cuffs at the bottom, and witch-pointy high heel shoes) with my purses, knocking her own purse off of her shoulder. i immediately gave her a sheepish half-grin, and apologized sincerely. instead of even making one small effort not to be mean, she gave me one of those, "i'm so glad i don't have to spend large amounts of time with you" looks, and said "...yeah." didn't she know that i was already in a bad mood because there wasn't time for me to grieve over the death of a character in my novel during my cigarette break? i got her back by staring at her over the books and purses, and thinking "look at you. you're not that pretty...your hair is so booooring... 8 paperpapers | to write

kyle one [05 Jan 2006|12:57am] i realize i am guaranteeing everybody giving me a lot of shit for this post, but oh well. here are some of my favorite things about this, in no particular order: the orders to say goodbye to townsend in the morning so as not to hurt his feelings, despite the fact that i usually have just done so. racing to unlock the driver's side door. the accusations of being a wildebeest on mornings when i am particularly phlegmy. arguing about whether mangoes are in fact better than raspberries or just highly overrated. getting to call someone "pumpkin." waking up. countdowns to the next minute by the clock i made myself. 4 paperpapers | to write

[28 Oct 2005|10:56am] so, every day this week i have woken up covered in dog hair. and i love it. not the hair itself though. that would make me a grossie. 10 paperpapers | to write

[19 Sep 2005|11:03pm] 5 paperpapers | to write

hey, ain't we walkin down the same street together on the very same day? [14 Sep 2005|02:07am] a few things: aaron alan gerwien. where are you? why are both yours and your brother's phones out of service? i tried to call you the other night when jay and i were at starbucks and some assholes were playing babylon. i so badly wanted to share that magical moment with you. my roomates. i came home tonight and the a/c was set to eighty one degree. farenheit. do they not realize that we do not live in alaska? and that even if we did the temperature in the house should never be above seventy five? EVER? no bra for two days now. and i love it. 4 paperpapers | to write

[22 Aug 2005|04:40pm] announcements: i now am employed at changing hands bookstore on mcclintock and guadalupe in tempe. i start tomorrow. give me a few days and then come visit me. i get forty percent off books. i have a new screen name on aol. vivaramadan. coined by mr. aaron alan gerwien esq. jazzy got me a new user picture. thanks jazz. 3 paperpapers | to write

[21 Aug 2005|05:47am] cillian murphy is so sooooooooooooooooooooo pretty. i wish i could change my user picture. 7 paperpapers | to write

[15 Aug 2005|02:35am] aaron alan gerwien, happy birthday. i love you. i tried calling both yours and your mother's cell phones tonight and both said they were no longer in service. hence, i have no idea how to get a hold of you today, so you should either tell me how or get a hold of me. we must celebrate, after all, because i heard a forecast for a whiskey moon tonight. 1 paperpapers | to write

[11 Aug 2005|03:19am] this livejournal stalking is not nearly as fun as everyone makes it out to be. i don't know if my boredom is a symptom of my egotism or simply lack of giving a shit about what anyone has to say except for a very select group of people. probably both. 4 paperpapers | to write

[04 Aug 2005|12:22pm] first and foremost, happy birthday miss jasmin dalila hunter. secondly, i have this dog. his name is taz. he had a boner this morning and i just looked away embarrassed and jumped up. 5 paperpapers | to write

[29 Jun 2005|08:24am] i am out of/just about out of the following things: money june food tampons shampoo cigarettes new music batteries canvas movies gas good favor with my parents toothpaste things i do have plenty of: water friends free time clothes 4 paperpapers | to write

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