today i've had to eat:
i sided against the whole t-shirt thing. i put one on last night and i looked horrible and i think that's why i stopped wearing them in the first place. i'll stick to looking sort of like a stuck up bitch all the time. but don't you forget, i'm fucking nice.
i stayed up really late working on songs and then deleted everything. not everything. but most of it. i hate music. and art. that fucking cat is still ruining that picture. i don't know how to get rid of it without turning the picture to shit. so i piled a bunch of clothes in front of my drafting table so that i couldn't even work on it if i wanted to.
also i'm pretty sure my dad is violently throwing chairs around downstairs, and has been for the past hour and a half.