my name's jacinta. i just made muffins. i opened the oven early, a couple collapsed.
my parents like drugs. they are insane. sometimes they're ok. mostly they're insane.
i like my sister. so do my parents, more than they like me. we watched flight of the conchords today. she's funny.
sometimes i don't eat. because i like that feeling.
sometimes i do eat. i like that feeling, also.
my window has a hole in it. it's raining on me. i get anxious when i'm alone, but there aren't many people i enjoy being around. my dad said i'm useless and then he went back to being asleep. i have a headache. i wish milk came in glass bottles. i'd enjoy that.
when i got home my sister wasn't here because my parents had been arguing. i listened to them arguing. the pixies only partially drowned it out. i considered taking more codeine. i told myself to shut the fuck up. i had water instead.
my mum believes in ghosts. i decorated the muffins with desperately ugly pictures of kitchen utensils. not exactly what was required given the theme of the event they were made for.
i spent most of prometheus asleep on hamish. like the time i watched alien, except that time i wasn't asleep on anyone. i think people appreciated that.
love is scary. i avoided getting to that point for ages. i thought it would make me weaker. i hurt some nice people because of that. i don't think i regret it... i do feel kind of stupid, though.
i love you very much, hamish. you are proper great.
blogs are weird. i wish you could draw pictures on them. like, when they got that updated msn thing and you could draw stuff at people. but by that point msn was becoming uncool.
that's what happend to me today.