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"This Isn't Going To Work" ... and other dull platitudes and empty assertions

it's my latest project. As the title suggests, it is a collection of dull platitudes and empty assertions that i have run across in my travels and then compiled and annotated for readers everywhere. My favorite part of it is the chapter entitled "We both know..." Also notable is the stark juxtapositions of conflicting words and conflicting actions in "i want this to be special." The section with the most biting criticism is of course the chapter "The Wrong Reasons." Other highlights: "Hooking up is easy," "I should've stopped it long ago," and so many more that i really shouldn't be giving out for free. I'm currently shopping for a published, drop me a line if you can help out.

As is apparent from friday's entry as well as this one, this hasn't been the greatest of weekends. The rug came out and I fell hard on my back. It's weird, because that whole rug thing is strictly metaphorical, and yet i have this awful bruise on my back and i have no clue where it came from...

i saw this coming, i foreshadowed it in this journal recently, i almost wrote and one point "Things are going too well, I've always said I deserve things to work out, but now that they are i'm uneasy. It's largely guilt. That's right, i'm guilty that things are working out for me. It's like a freshly released criminal being given the keys to the city. It doesn't make sense. Except i'm no criminal, i've done nothing wrong, I just hate myself too much to be happy without suspecting something's awry." But i didn't write it because it didn't seem right to print and i didn't want to jinx myself. oh well.

the wound on my hand won't heal and band-aids won't stay on.

we boys got up early yesterday to play beirut, i got incredibly drunk, john's mom played a game and sank the winning cup. The BC trounced Pitt and I left at halftime. I played afghan whighs really really loud and slept for 3 hours or so. and then i got up and watched the notre dame game probably, got miserable, chain smoked outside for a bit, turned on cex really loud and lay in bed, got some beirut going which cleared my mind. or fogged my mind, either way it was good. The posse went to sland3 and i was in a great mood, no clue why, played some kings, had fun, was essentially told to fuck off, and i left - extremely angry and extremely drunk. Got home, talked to a stuffed animal, and passed out around 12:30.

And now it's sunday, and i dread bostonians rehearsal. i dread my quiz tomorrow. i dread bostonians rehearsal on tuesday and then on thursday and then on sunday again. i need to breathe. my life is an assault and i wish it was giving me some room.