(schoolgirl action)

this blog is half really intense conor oberst fan blogging and half really intense intimate and explicit details of my life and you have to either be okay with both or have some sort of expert tag filtering situation going on

everyone on the subway was treating me like the next time i look in the mirror i will see the mark of the beast

i wake up. its 8am. my diva cup's seal broke in the middle of the night. im covered in blood. i lightly clean up. okay. i go back to bed. i wake up again. its 1pm. i lie. its 3:30pm. i go downstairs. i realize. course selection is over and i forgot to register. okay. as penance: i do chores. i charge our doorbell. i change the ac filter. i replace the doorbell. it works now but u know u cant hear it inside. okay. who cares. the ac works at least. i clean out the fridge. nobody really lives in my house so everything in there has gone bad. i clean out the pantry. i decide to make nutella with the hazelnuts i randomly have. the jar i put it in breaks. have to throw all of that out. i realize while im cleaning out the fridge that my cousin has actually been home at some point in the past 2-3 days. she threw out her cauliflower and took her vanilla protein powder. hm. it could have been while i was: a) asleep. b) headphones in singing and dancing (im tone deaf) or c) high and jacking off. any of those 3 situations i would be likely to not hear her come in. mightve been while i was out of the house? prolly not. i pray. i pray it was while i was asleep. but ill never know. im starving. all i found in the whole fucking house was shirataki noodles. do you know how much nutrition is in a pack of shirataki noodles. none. i know if i try to take a shower i will become lightheaded and have to leave due to nausea. what is left for me in this world? my only wish: that my cousin did not hear me jacking off or singing along to pearl jam (again).