May 2009
1 post
(King of) Wishful Thinking
I’d love to think that at some point my life will mean something.
But since that is so embarrassingly unlikely it would be ideal just to find ways to entertain myself to some degree until I can catch the next train to deadsville. I’m thinking sand art.
January 2009
2 posts
I'm 23 Today.
but don’t bother getting me anything. I already got the greatest gift one could ever receive — they are ceasing production of PT Cruisers by end of year. I owe you one recession!
if you don’t consider that the most sparkly of all silver linings…well, it’s gonna be a long life for you Mr.Negative.
Hungry Like the Wolf
People…down the street…are starving.
On an unrelated note - I know all organic food tastes like cardboard, but seriously Kirkland Farms, how does one manage to fuck up ANIMAL CRACKERS?!
Frustration nation on the Catalano Ranch tonight.
December 2008
5 posts
I THINK WE'RE ALONE NOW.
Wait no, it’s JUST ME.
In true holidalyssa fashion, I am letting dusty mistletoe and my brother playing imaginary beer pong with his girlfriend’s “ball” nose get the very best of me.
I rarely give in to the general public’s agenda to make me feel miserable about being a single lady (ALL MY SINGLE LADIES!), but I have to say this year the impending new year leaves...
Old Hag
I can recall four nights in the past six months that I found myself staying awake through night till morning. One of these nights was incredibly well spent - reliving the glory (and err, i’ll say it, disappointment) of mall madness with Molly and watching her sob hysterically (round two) through the Sex in the City movie. All the while realizing through my more or less blank reaction that I...
November 2008
1 post
September 2008
3 posts
Trolley Square.
Neighbor: Hey! What are you doing casting a line in my overpriced, purely decorative, manmade fish pond?!
Alison: There weren't any signs!
Lust.
Age 8: The tingling in my crotch as I deliberately rubbed Barbie and Ken’s private parts together at just the right tempo to maintain the mass stamped smiles on their faces. Most interested in how Barbie’s body/hair moved. Similar to indescribable and still baffling feeling on incline of roller coasters.
Age 10: The sense of wrong that radiated through my entire body...
August 2008
10 posts
Beautiful Day?
Tonight Bill Clinton made me feel okay with living in this country. For now.
“You said you never really live until your back’s against the wall.”
– Voxtrot, The Start of Something
“In bed she flexes her knees to try and abate the feeling. She mouths the words...”
– Third Eye Blind, Faster
Swimming is Profitable
Apparently Michael Phelps is projected to earn 100 million dollars in endorsements. Maybe he can buy a new face, or something. Maybe my mom shouldn’t have yanked me out of swim lessons after my first day just because I sank to the bottom of the pool where I stayed until my eight year old sister yanked me from the depths as I ceased breathing for two minutes because the instructor...
This never fails to make everything okay. →
This song pretty much sums up my surroundings...
Should I decide to kill myself today, just know...
ride or die, bitch.
this will either be the most entertaining blog to ever grace the world wide web, or another blog project i toss aside after three or four posts - oh the suspense!
my dog is completely obsessed with my morning breath, so much so that she devours it from the air.