Song of the Day: Chelsea Hotel by Leonard Cohen

I like it when you offer me pink diamonds.
And I like the way you coddle me and caress my forehead
when I cry because I feel helpless and stressed and sleepy.
I hope this all worth sticking around for. I hope it everyday.
I have to watch Basic Instinct for my night class tonight.
I do not really want to watch it.
I got a really amazingly delicious pizza last night from
Papa Murphy's. Toppings included:
-Grilled Chicken
-Spinach
-Marinated Artichoke Hearts.
Really, really yummy.

My head hurts terribly.
I am seriously hoping that tonight
I do not go out with the boy, but that we go to bed early.
And we make cookies.
That would be nice.
I need to start making out my schedule.
Bleh.

-Charlie

Song of the Day: Stop Breathin' by Pavement

There are days when I wish I could just go to sleep,
and stay asleep until everything is turned on its head,
until everything is better and brighter.
You used to do that for me.
And I used to feel like I was so beautiful
and smart and interesting.
And now I am just like the rest of them.
And I mope and cry and wallow.
I do not want to wallow anymore.
And I am still interesting, smart, beautiful.
There are things that I want these days,
and by God, I will get them. I swear I will.
And you will not stop me or hinder anything anymore.
There are still those sad, sleepy days,
but you no longer help with anything,
and I am no longer relying on you to do so.
But it would be nice, maybe, if you could act like you still give a damn.

-Charlie

Song of the Day: Palm of Your Hand by Cake

I want to watch an amazing movie.
I want to hear a fantastic song.
I want to write something I won't hate.
And I want a Goddamn sketchbook.

Lately, things have sucked tremendously.
In fact, the past couple of months have just sort of blown.
Not everyday, but most days.
And I am ready for that to change.
I desperately want something to be excited about.
And everytime I do get excited about something,
it seems as though it gets ripped from me
before I have the time to even crack a smile.
It makes me jumpy. Paranoid.
Envious.

I have recently discovered a newfound love for my body.
I am not the same as I was two years ago
when depression left my body tiny and my ankles frail.
But I am beautiful,
and so are my love handles,
thunder thighs and giant tits.
This is a good thing.
Also, I love my hair.
But I am considering getting extensions and a trim, maybe bangs.
Bad idea?
Eh.

Halloween. I am Rosie the Riveter. Katie is Jessica Rabbit.

Giggle Fest.

Built to Spill.

Dinosaur Jr.

An oldie, but a goodie.
Love,
Chuck

Song of the Day: Jailbreak by Thin Lizzy

Call me Rosie,
Rosie the Riveter.

So, yesterday, I went to the liquor store
with the boys, and there was this girl in
a costume that wasn't anything I don't think,
but it did not cover her ass.
My point is that on Halloween girls just dress
like sluts pretending to dress like other things,
but it is not discernable what the other things are.
And I think it would be much cooler if they
could just have fake penises (or real ones)
hanging out of their mouths.

And I wasn't serious about the dicksucking in my last post.
I was just trying to get across how seriously desperate I am
to get away from the multitude of shitty situations I have been in lately.

Let's make tonight count.
Happy Halloween.
Love,
Chuck.

Song of the Day: Bang, Bang by Nancy Sinatra

I am so tired of bullshit.
And I swear to God,
I will suck any person's
dick who can promise
to make it fucking stop.

-Charlie