WHAT UP YO ( Read more... )

it's always been amazing to me the way things can change SO much in a year.

just look.sometimes i think i'd be happier if none of it had ever happened. but then i realize i wouldn't have become half the person i am today without it all. now, i don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. but i know it's important ( Read more... )

that's the way you want it? that's the fucking way you'll get it ( Read more... )

this is being posted first so that it's further down your friends' page in the hopes that 90% of you will just not even notice its existence, what with the other entry above it and all. because this is the melodramatic, although reality-based, journal ( Read more... )

here's to gayboys, and boys just pretending to be gay.

ahhhhhhhh. the beauty of escapism at the end of a roller coaster day. and a toast! to season 1 brian. such a beautiful asshole.

i have fic to read and queer as folk to watch. oh, yeah, and sleep.

mwah.
~a

the hits just keep on keepin' on.

the 27th will (would) be our ten month anniversary. it will also be "exactly two weeks, two weeks and three days".

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

i am SO. DONE. with this emotion shit. screw the 40 year old virgin tomorrow (*bitter laugh*). i'm fucking drinking myself into ob-liv-i-on. ooh, maybe ( Read more... )

most important things first: dear friends. why do you all have lives at once?! i miss my friends!!!! love, ali ( Read more... )

i am torturing myself with "this mess we're in". it's mostly my fault, since the song has this bad habit of getting stuck in my head for HOURS anyway, but blacksatinrose had a teeny something to do with it this time, since it's the title of her post-finale novel. if it wasn't such a beautiful novel (well, first chapter, anyway), i might be upset. but it is, so i ( Read more... )

i hate that i hate malt liquors, and yet the only way i can drink casually is by drinking them. drinking my preferred liquors risks drunkenness, and i don't actually want oblivion tonight -- i know i need to go to work tomorrow, i'm not dumb ( Read more... )

i can feel the crack in my heart growing, as the realization that another day will end without you sinks in deeper. i suppose i should be used to it by now -- another day, another crack, that's the way it's been for years -- but i'd gotten so used to the cycle reversing of late ( Read more... )