This journal is self-indulgent.
This journal begins on May 04, 2008 with 1 word, and continues until May 03, 2009. During these 365 days apocrypha will write a total of 66,795 words.
Aches for the rusty sides of buildings in alleyways where the sun sets on the west side of brick. And dirty shoes and stringy hair that hasn't been washed for days, socks with holes in the toes; we'd call the... More »
Dear La Blogotheque, I love you. I love that you have recorded Bon Iver doing an a capella version of For Emma, Forever Ago. I love that you have recorded Sufjan singing in the cold on a roof. I love... More »
You don't do that. I don't understand you. Or the rest of you. I don't understand any of it. I don't know what I'm doing right in some aspects and wrong in the other and it is so, so frustrating.... More »
I have these images behind my eyelids that are either memories I can't remember or dreams I've had. I can't figure out which. And I don't... I don't want to say I feel suffocated because that is so cliche, so... More »
Oh. I knew it. And I think I mentioned this before, but I always do this. I don't know if that lessens it or lessens me, but it never amounts to anything. I am not feeling motivated at all today... More »
My cousin is a hypocrite and a whore and I'm not really sorry for thinking that. Maybe that makes me an awful person - no, no, it probably does, but I already know I'm horrible and I don't really care... More »
I want to watch Some Like It Hot and Into the Wild and There Will Be Blood. I don't want to work tomorrow. I have laundry to do. And homework. Ugh. I am so lazy. I need to take some... More »