Monthly Archives: April 2006

From now on, whenever I am complaining about, you know, men, drinking, writing–my life, please direct me to re-read this quote by the creepiest Scientologist, Tom Cruise: Sex is about the connection. Great sex is a by-product, for me, of … Continue reading →

I have to hurry up and get dressed and take my sister to her car. The funny thing is–I maybe sort of implied to someone that I would go out with them tonight, but I am not all that sure … Continue reading →

I talked a lot about blogging this weekend. About blogging and tragedy, which are not the same thing, but they can be. A blog done wrong is tragic just like those people with little to say and a completely uncreative … Continue reading →

“I’ve been cheating on her,” he says slowly while looking down into the bottomless well of his cup. “Did you know that?” Under the table his legs is rubbing gently against mine. Two sticks starting a fire. I look him … Continue reading →

ChristenWinsHAHA (2:13:35 PM): strange times at the pig, manSabrina (2:14:38 PM): tell me tell me tell meChristenWinsHAHA (2:15:19 PM): I pretty much already did, but the whole vibe was very edgy, Wacky Wednesdays?Sabrina (2:17:01 PM): ahahaSabrina (2:17:29 PM): i keep … Continue reading →

I dunno if I ever brought this up, but here is a picture of the “Tron Guy”. I wouldn’t go so far as to consider him awesome, but he obviously has a lot of fucking problems. Starting with the fact … Continue reading →

I’m going to Mexico this weekend. Maybe while I am there a dingo will eat my baby or something. That would be really intense based on the fact that dingos are not fucking native to Mexico you fucking retards. I … Continue reading →

The best things I heard all night while I was still coherent enough to write and not be preoccupied by making out and stuff–so I could remember them today: In reference to one of my friends having a crazy one-night-stand: … Continue reading →

The best thing I said all weekend–which I only just discovered written down in my notebook by a friend: “No! I’m in love with him and not the regular kind, but the kind where you move your panties to the … Continue reading →