The individual independent in your mind, tethered to neither weather nor terrain ( Read more... )

Going through my sketchbooks it becomes obvious that i am a doodler.

...which is an effective description of me.

Also, i enjoy the sound of brown eggs gently boiling.

today i woke up sounding like a man. sick. i have a deepish voice normally, but...dude ( Read more... )

you know, i think my brother is more broken over what happened than i am. i think he's tearing himself apart, and not just because of what happened, but because of everything. consumed by guilt and inadequacy. i wish i could tell him it's not his doing. we were born to the wrong mother. that's all. he's still my big brother, and i want to save him ( Read more... )

looking forward to wandering around cap hill later today.

to dream of corsets and fishnets and leather pants and shiny vibrators and gauzy whatchyamacallits and all the flavors of lube on the hill.... i really wish i had the space to dedicate to cultivating some kind of atmosphere of color-orgy and paraphernalia. soon.

i want to play poker all the ( Read more... )

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lol, it makes me happy when people i like talk to me. how simple, how wonderful. now, if only they'd tell me stories ( Read more... )

- oh i realized i wasn't done. so i typed a bunch of things and posting them probably would have resulted in a seizure, for someone, probably me, so into the real journal they go, and a state of deletion here. except for one bit, because amputations always leave a little something for referential purposes ( Read more... )