I just asked the resident “deep” kid in photo class about his hat. He said it came from an antique shop after he gave his first one to his “better half”. I asked if they were like Benny and Joon. (motion: way over the head of the guy because he’s too deep for moooovies, swoosh). Yet he mentioned wanting to direct a music video for Tool. Oh yeah, you’re real...
I overheard a girl at school yelling at her mom over the phone, and more than likely her mom was yelling at her. She just kept repeating, “you’re not listening!” I was feeling really bad for the girl, I know what it’s like to have stone walls for parents, but then I saw a bird with bird poop on it’s head. Poor little blackbird is so disrespected even other birds shit...
Time is a weird thing. In motion time flies by in 40 minute increments without the slightest notice. While still, or stuck, or silent, a matter of minutes drags in as laboriously as dialysis. Dialysis. Paralysis. I have too much fun with this. Make me smile or make me cry but don’t leave alone. It’s hard to be alone sometimes. I feel fine right now but sad is always on the...
Comcast would make a great girlfriend. It keeps going down on you all the time.– Me, on bretts Internet.
Yeah, it’s college. You can sleep with teachers; of course you can sleep...– Myself, on bringing my hammock to campus.
i'm probably a mess
my moods change as fast as gaga’s hairstyles i should probably shower more and shave my legs i listen to ridiculous music and wear dirty socks constantly seeing the bad in everything but you see the good in me you make me want to sing and dance and stop f ——————a ———————ll...
So apparently school starts tomorrow? WTF?
Just looked over my blog and hell, it looks like I look depressed. Well……
Slightly better today, but I can’t shake a feeling.
Depression: 1 Hannah: 0
I started drinking coffee for it’s taste, but it’s quickly grown into an addiction I have to feed. My three o clock crash hit hard today.
Panera bagel and a coffee with a shot of espresso. I need it after last night.
I just closed a big storage unit door on the last four years of my life. It’s 1 am and I have work at 9. An hour drive ahead of me till I’m home and I’m soaked in sweat. Most of what I bothered to recover is books. Yearbooks, significant novels from my teenage years (world according to garp, kissing doorknobs, nevermind the goldbergs, a Maya Angelou volume my mother...
Cheese in a spray can// Slime all on your t•v sets// Ah the gold•en age
Looking back, Andre wasn’t worth losing my family over, my family was just...– Me
I just had the best idea ever
Instead of buying a cute car that I’m proud of, I’ll just buy some running, cheap piece of crap and paint it with chalkboard paint and screw a metal cup to the outside with chalk sticks so people can draw chalk murals on my car. The end.
My job can be so mindless.
Customer asks if I can check the stock of every store in the city selling our company's cellphone.
Me: well each store has independent inventory so the best thing would be for you to call each store you're inquiring about, and you can always give us a call tomorrow, we receive shipment several times a week.
Customer: I don't understand. If I call back tomorrow what is going to be different?
Me: ((well first of all, I won't be here to deal with your stupidity.)) well we receive shipment several times a week, but not Sunday, so perhaps on Monday we'd have gotten a shipment.
Sometimes I post shit just to post shit. Today is gonna be one of those days. Hang in there.
Roller derby is incredible. I lost 20 pounds this summer playing derby. I’m sure my breakup and depression had a minor impact on my appetite there in the beginning, but I’m in the best shape of my life and I’ve gained some really awesome friends and tons of confidence.
White girl problems
Me: I can't decide whether to put my darkroom in my walk-in closet or my spare bathroom.
Michelle: wow Hannah, what a dilemma.
Me: yeah I feel like one of those women who complains that her husband used the Beemer today and the Porsche doesn't match her shoes.
Michelle: you and your white girl problems.
The best present you could buy for someone with an iPod shuffle is a different...
I want I want I want
A pet of some sort. I know I can’t have one right now because I don’t know what my schedule will really be like when school starts, and I would hate to have a sad lonely pet at home while I spend no more than 8hours a day at home (just sleep basically). But I really wish I had something at home to nurture and love on. Preferably something retarded, like a pug or hairless cat. Or a bull...
At least Clinton only fucked interns, not the entire country.– Brett W
Girls need to stop hatin....
On themselves. Us women need a serious reality check. We will never be happy with our weight, so don’t even say, “if I could just lose 15 pounds…”. I’ve lost that magic number I told myself if I ever lost I’d be happy. I weigh that magic number I thought would make me happy. But I’m not, really. I still feel like I need to lose more, I’m not thin...
It’s hard to justify buying bacon when you live alone.– Me, on bacon
Dude, it smells like smegma in here.– Me.
Light bulb over my head
Karen and I had this great idea to turn my new apartment into an art gallery once a month. It’s a loft layout townhome, so I’ve got vaulted ceilings and a long staircase and lots of skylights and can lights, and basically, I will let artists hang art on my walls and display sculptures, etc, and hold a party for the “opening” and all the art can be for sale, artists keep...
Poetic justice, kinda →
This girl made my best friend in high school’s life miserable beyond description for a year or two, caused all kind of grief and pain for my girl Lotta, and I saw this page and immediately had to forward it and crosspost it here, because no one gets away with fucking my friends lives up. Belated but beautifully, trash is exposed.
Good morning you
I hate when I’m staring at my boyfriend watching him sleep in the morning after we’ve spent the night together, either at his place or mine, and then the alarm goes off. Not only does he wake up and I can’t admire him that way anymore, but i look like a creep for watching him sleep.
Double edged sword
Sometimes I wish my boyfriend had a blog so I could be swooned over internationally and online, like he is, but then I think about the ramifications of that, which include: -embarrassing photos of me circulating online -detailed transcripts of tiny arguments in which I look petty -people might say we’re too sickeningly sweet for blogging about each other all the time -and the list goes on. ...
I helped my boyfriend move into his new place Saturday, which literally took all day till the middle of the night. At 2:30 am I made him some macaroni and cheese. Why are men always so impressed when you cook for them? Lol, it was no big deal.