Monday, January 26, 2009

I'm sorry.

I take it all back.
I am not going to be in a good mood until ever.


Is it possible to just sign a check over to the university?
Because it's pointless for me to deposit it just to make out a check to UNL for the same amount and more.

It's what we're always trying to sell

The news. The news
doesn't know. I've seen
the movie. I
know. Sawdust swilling
around. And the room.

They already existed.
They were
destroyed. And now
"it's just so difficult"
"it will ruin us"
"you do not understand"

"this isn't what the American people need right now"

and what do you know
of need, necessity.
Wasting wasted waste.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

You are going to be O-K.

We are all going to be okay.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Monday, January 19, 2009

Calls at work.

me: Lincoln Espresso; this is Rachael.

caller: mumble mumble (in a voice resembling that of my boss)

me: What?

caller: You have the prettiest pussy, Rachael.

me: Oh yeah?

caller: Yeah, I wanna rub your pussy.

me: Oh, well I want to cut your cock off. :) *Click.*


*ring ring!*

I don't answer.

I am super hungover.

Also, I want these.

Also, I want to make this.

Ha, and then make this.

And, also, this.