apocalex

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 23:47:14 GMT

i totally never use this. sick as fuck cos i made out with my temporary roomate zwee, forgot her bf was sick. or maybe i just dont care. got my septum pierced. at first it didn't hurt but right now it kills.

my gen. manager is literally going insane, sleeping through shifts shouting profanity at customers and threatening suicide. i gave him 5 xanax just to leave me alone.

everyone is getting fired from work, it's sad.

trying to give away my cat. she's cute and all but i don't want a pet. after all that begging i actually. don't. want. one.

going to parties. just sausage fests i always just end up making out with zwee. it's not that i'm gay i just find 99.9% of males unattractive by default.

haven't gone grocery shopping in months. blew 200 dollars today on shit i don't need like hello kitty bedding and an eazy-e poster. so i've got 20 dollars to last me 2 weeks. the sad thing is i hardly eat these days so i think i can do it. anyway, i like this part of my lie, i'm thinking less and drinking more an aside from missing my girl clare i like things to be one big blur, all my relationships undefineable, watching cops at 3 am with a bunch of people all of whom are drop outs heading nowhere and in debt, like me.

"they jumped the fence and they cut my chicken's head off." that was from cops, a little boy was explaining that to the cops. and then the headless chicken. so so funny.

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 13:41:50 GMT

hello lj i never ever use you.

in my new place. a friend from work broke up w/a bf whom she lived with, and he's a cock-jockey semi abusive jerk, so i told her she could live with me till she found a new place. on her way over she got in a car accident and flipped 3 times and totalled her car. so i set up a place for her and got chinese food, mikey came over and we all hung out in her little nook that used to be a storage closet but is now a makeshift guest bedroom.

i am out of zoloft, i have about 40 hours to work this weekend alone, failed college again, no fucking money. i'm about to go sell some old videogames for scraps, basically.
anywho, that is all, i guess i have an illegal roomate for a few months but w/e she's low maintenance and not a bother.

hit me up.

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 01:52:54 GMT

yesterday i worked 12 hours and was denied a brake. my manager said it's not illegal in hospitality management. sounds like bs. i came home and crashed with my makeup on and no air on. tonight, got in a major fight with the roomate. over the phone. i'm home (palm harbor) for the weekend, she asked "what happened here this weekend?" and said she came home and everything was ruined. i asked what she meant. apparrently the inside of the garbage can had burns from weed. i said i'd buy her a new garbage can. she said the place was a mess. what a lie, i cleaned it up entirely. i'm sick of her ocd. we ended up screaming and cursing at each other. i hung up and cried, my parents were really nice, much more helpful then i had expected. i'm moving out probably within the next month. i want to stay in orlando, now that i have friends from work. i'm going to buy a dog or a cat first thing. my parents want me to live by myself, i'm so shocked. i'm really lucky.

my own place. fuck yes. anyone i like/care about is welcome to stay whenever they want to or need to or whatever. you can even mess up the inside of my trashcan. or anything. i don't care. i just want to be happy and make the people i like happy too.

Sat, 24 Mar 2007 07:01:31 GMT

wanted to have a few girls from work over tonight. ended up being some moderately sized party with hispanic guys going in and out bringing 12 pack after 12 pack. the house is a mess and i been up since 6 am and i open tomorrow and work a double shift. i <3 danielle she is a lot like sarah/clare which is good cos i need friends up here. we just laid on my bedding reading the constitution and making fun of sex toys in this magazine, while everyone else drank and blasted music and screamed. i hate loudness. kept playing rap off my roomate's ipod. i searched for something decent, put on interpol, and got booed. fuck you guys it's my house. and if i have to hear that fergalicious song one more time i'm going to take that drag queen out. catalina wanted to get shit faced. she's like those popular girls from school, and it was annoying me. her breasts were all over the place though and i would really like to... be on her. anyway. too many random guys, i fell asleep, finally i just kicked everyone out. i feel really depressed and also really sick of guys, all i ever do is fight with them at work or get pummled by them or stood up by them and damnit, i don't see whats so great about them. i mean, hello they make strap ons these days. why have guys around at all. ughugh latley drinking/tweaking= blah. i want to go outside more. i want to cuddle on a hammock with a woman made of breasts. (eddie izzard reference).

anyway. goodnight. now where do i drop off 4 dozen beer bottles for recycling...

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 09:42:05 GMT

you can't believe it! i am on lj. wtf i never ever update. but today i shall. because last night was the most awkward night of my liffffeeee.

my neighbors downstairs (a couple) invited me to smoke out and play guitar hero with them. i gave a resounding "hell yes," then she adds "our friend james will be there and he wanted me to hook you guys up so that will be great.

wtf, entrapment. i cannot remember this kid. he was so fucking tall i didn't even look at his face the first and only brief encounter.

so yeah i come over, i'm being all gay and quiet and shy because i'm a fucking 20 year old that is apparently scared of the opposite sex. suprisingly, he is fairly attractive. this is amazing because i am so weird with guys probably i am a lesbian but whatever.

we get high, go to burger king and come back, and yeah he starts french kissing me. in front of my neighbor friends and everything. i don't know you sir... not... hot... i said "sorry that's too soon" and then to change the subject we get high again.

the highest i've ever fucking been. ever. ever. more than the first time. i couldn't keep a thought for more than 3 seconds, and i was twitching and in a weed coma basically, so i excused myself upstairs (where i live, we're vertical neighbors) with the promise i'd be back, and fell asleep tripping fucking balls and woke up now so i guess i lied. so. f-ing awkward.

i know this is not that exciting of a story but considering how fucking frigid i am this is about as exciting as it gets. all i want is for my lesbian porn to come in the mail already. "do you have a package for room 305?"
"who's it from"
"uh.........(APORNSITEWTFAWKWARD)..... i.... don't know."

i work a lot. i wish i was dating this guy from work. i need a wacky eccentric. this kid (the french french-kisser on the not even first dater) likes death metal and is "completeley ocd anal" and is "highly religious" and "a new york boy" i mean. i don't know. MAYBE I WOULDN'T BE FREAKING OUT if we had all just hung out. anyway. it's not that big of a deal. i don't know he'll have to back off or forget it.

ps burger king sucks, too.

p.p.s. i am getting a ne wlj which is funny cos i never use this anyway but i cant fucking stand this advertisement version it annoys me so add goldfang to yr friends. do it. DO IT. DO IT.

Fri, 23 Feb 2007 15:20:12 GMT

ONE NIGHT IN BANGKOK MAKES THE HARD MAN HUMBLE.

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 15:32:02 GMT

sorrrrrry i never post what does it matter. doing shitty in school again. kicking ass at work but it makes no difference. broke as hell. i really want to buy a pet. things aren't working out with my roomate, she's obsessively clean and picky and i feel like i have a second mother. i want to live alone. i hate hate hate how girl's shouldn't live alone, my mom says "you're too cute, i wouldn't worry if you were ugly." nice, mom. again again again i say, i wish i was a huge buff black gay man. whyyyyyy not meeeee?????

i stopped taking birth control, why should i (virgin forever). so i haven't had my period in like.... 2 months now? good job uterus. i hope i am sterile. my zoloft isn't working like it used to. pot isn't working like it used to. this year, however, i really like orlando. or at least, the 342555t56 suburbs surrounding it. it's like 20 times anything at home. german beerhouse with crazy indian man who gives me free beer. huge crappy thrift store with crazy old people. huge humane society and animal control. that's all i do here, when i have free time. go to thrift stores and pet shops. nerd.

i like babies and dogs and cats, but only when they don't make noise. noise really bothers me, all the time. maybe i'm going crazy. but i should try going deaf.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARE WHOM I LOVE. you're 1/2 of the two people i absolutely love and need and i hate being away from you guys for the sake of "growing up" in fact i feel more alive getting crunk with you guys mocking humanity and watching mitchell. ps let's get our nipples pierced saturday morning if i come home. OUCHOUCHOUCH!

i even miss my cat which is insane because he's totally evil and makes me bleed a lot. but i don't mind.

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 16:03:27 GMT

whoamygod dreams. the weirdest part was when some chick like on a weird conveyor belt thing got sucked under and it ripped her face off and crushed her wow fucked uppppp.

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 05:33:23 GMT

i've really killed this journal haven't i? oh. well.

here are some fun pictures in amazing camera phone resolution:

the girl's bathroom of a local german beer house:

my voyeur:

anonymous employee must have been bored at local starbucks:

that's all. nothing. else.

Thu, 28 Dec 2006 02:26:34 GMT

my baby bangs are back and now my hair is black and i've basically realized this makes me look like janeane garofalo in reality bites. yup. that's my twin.

i suck so bad.

Wed, 22 Nov 2006 01:47:20 GMT

im moving back to orlando in a couple of weeks.

college: take two.