i am hungry

i have been named on exchange the bottomless pit because i always am eating want to eat

right now besides the whirling twirling vortex of hunger in my stomach,

i feel the need to watch pride and prejudice with kiera and cry my eyes out

i'm not depressed or sad even but i feel like it would be so satisfying

update

omg i FOUND MY NECKLACEEE

after a full day of hung-over searching.

it was under jamaica inn and above the cotton balls.

back in the game, boys.

i also think i write in this jokeblog too much.

my whims, exaggerations, spontaneous semi-truths, real aspirations

i have big plans for this puppy. i'm thinkin...pictures

the day after

oh my god pia just recounted the state i was in when i got home last night

apparently she found me sleeping on the floor of my room. i'd taken off my dress and grabbed a new one out of my closet and put it on, but without the sleeves, so it was hanging around my chest like a towel.

i tried to get something out of my cabinet next to the sink and had knocked everything out onto the floor. i climbed out of bed and stumbled and swayed to take out my contacts, only to realize that i'd taken them out already. then i sat on my bed and ate an entire container of tuna salad.

apparently it was hilarious.

i lost one of my favorite necklaces last night (specifically, the one i pick up boys with) and i like to pretend i'm not attached to my material possessions but i'm pretty pissed about it

also, the pad thai i paid 63 kroner for tonight was atrocious. come on, denmark

the nerve

is my new favorite website. 

Also, whenever you want to find something in the gay community, ask your local drag queen. They are like the oracles of the gay world. You want a leather bar, they can find it, an orgy, they can find it, a gay Mexican, they will find it. Have faith in those penis-tucking, wig-wearing, makeup-loving, sassy bitches, because they are nosy-as-fuck and know everything. They probably already knew you were looking for a gay Mexican.

bradford jesus man

judy garland - embraceable you

it's 3:15 pm and i'm still hung over. i feel weak all over from probable alcohol poisoning. a nice turkish man got off his bike, locked it up, and walked me home from the metro last night.

so gross

unclogged a toilet today. 

apparently i'm just full of domestic surprises.

oh my nose

i am legitimately having an allergic reaction to studying.

i can't breathe.

to-do list

tiesto.

i jest.

but i am going to try to go to these places this summer.

http://theguide.latimes.com/Tiesto/lists/177011/tiestos-best-of-l-a

vil du med?

millionaires

just drunk skyped my parents. had a hell of a time faking sobriety.

i have good drinking plans for the next two nights. i'm excited. to say the least.

i need to hear kun for mig at least four times at kulør bar tomorrow night. jolene on friday.

conclusion

i've lived in copenhagen since january. hvide lam is the best bar in this city. let's not dispute any more.

just got home

epic rainstorm. more later. danish now. tah-tah. 

"Du kommer bare i morgen, og så skal vi have lidt sjov med Modultest 3. Du skal ikke forberede dig, bare være frisk." - Mikael

hungry again

i just marinated a steak for the first time in my life. 

it wasn't hard. 

apparently this stuff isn't that hard to figure out. 

i just, like, poured stuff on it. 

lord

what an infuriating night

i hate that all my health and good fortune can't mollify my furies

you can either go to bed and accept submersion in unconsciousness as a small death

or you can sulk, light vanilla candles, put a strange dutch dance track on repeat, busy yourself with obsessive-compulsive tasks, refuse to die

put your hands up for detriot.

saving myself

for the chinese buffet. 

i've had only bacon, yogurt, chocolate milk, and cherry tomatoes today.

8 pm, destruction at the forum buffet. 

i'm so hungry i think i'm about to die.  

uh-oh

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