Yeah, I'm bruised, unhappy and wallowing in self-pity. & I hate violent men. & I hate intimidation, being controlled. & I'm upset that the Vampire isn't here to give comfort when I'm distraught & upset by mean world.

she wore her smeared scarlet lipstick like a battle flag zegt (2:11):
        *wallows*
[Luke] zegt (2:11):
     *comforts*

I need a feel ( Read more... )

No alcohol, foundation, cigarettes, working, spending money or fighting today.

I did go 'round LM's place where me, him and his girlfriend watched Interview With The Vampire. Good way to continue the habit of these days with the vampires and the playlists and the horror-moment memories, the Steve and the Ghost and the Curdled and the Concrete ( Read more... )

I wasn't drunk, I wasn't drunk all night, I wasn't even tipsy, until I took that cigarette at Open-Minded. There was a nice cover-band, and people, who talked to me, and I talked to them, and mm. And conversations about borderline and obsessive-compulsiveness and manic-depression and oxapram and termazepam and side-effects. Shaking someone's hand ( Read more... )

War is no longer declared:

just continued.

I want. To know it's all still real. For my eyes to not feel so tired. For LS to call me, or talk to me on Tuesday, to stop looking so scared and worried when she looks at me. For Luke to not go away. For someone to understand. To take back everything I said in the Gmail conversation. To not have been so ( Read more... )

To Ottilie

You remember, I suppose,
How the August sun arose,
And how his face
Woke to trill and carolette
All the cages that were set
About the place.

In the tender morning light
All around lay strange and bright
And still and sweet,
And the gray doves unafraid
Went their morning promenade
Along the street.

-Robert Louis Stevenson.

[Luke] says:

I'll be talking to the furniture within ten at the current rate.

in the midnight hour/she cried more more more says:

[yada yada yada]  We can talk to each other's furnitures.

[Luke] says:

I'm pretty sure that talking to other people's furniture would be grounds for involuntary institutionalisation. Also, I don't like other people talking to ( Read more... )

Hey, by the way, who participated in Yuletide this year?

(Catching up on old friends's lives. Chris is in Iraq, obviously - but what about Ralph? :( I don't want Immo there.)

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it. I, I slept the day away, and have been reading Breakfast Club fic and talking to old friends these past two, three hours.

On Christmas Eve (the night before last) I called Eliza mortal_maiden, then sat around and was pretty much bored out of my mind, so I called Amaree xhopelesley and Kala lover_of_slash who both didn't pick up, and I left a ( Read more... )

I was over at Sjohn's Café this evening after I dropped off Jas at the station after our dinner, talking with a guy I think was named Frank or Frans.

Politics, as usual.

But the thing is, everybody knows it. We're at the brink of WWIII. It's inevitable. Unescapeble.

As he said, over and over again, "it is coming". "It is coming. It is coming."

And it ( Read more... )

Ha! Found no less than two entries with "
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