ok
so i'm here on lj, tapped for words and not sure why i'm even posting on lj, since i gave it up a long time ago for the greener pastures of myspace, only to encounter even more drama than i ever thought some bullshit website could provide
so, contrary to threats and promises and morbid portent writing, i'm not dead
sometimes i feel like i'm really not alive, but that's neither here nor there...(maybe another time)
but i still find myself at ends with people and society...i can't even maintain what could be considered a 'normal' relationship; worse still, i've missed out on a couple of what could have been great relationships (again, maybe another time)
i hate my job, can count on one hand the amount of times i've worn shoes in the past year and would really like some juice right now
i keep listening to the song 'chief rocka' by the lords of the underground - of course no one else probably who is even going to read this has any idea who they are, but whatever
i stretched my ears to 9/16 the other day, bathed my cats and learned firsthand what scarification is like (not willingly - bathing four cats an be an issue)
what else? i collect fetishes like some people collect baseball cards or social diseases. i don't drink, smoke when stressed, chronic masterbator, great vegetarian\half-assed vegan (damn you, soy yogurt - why must you taste like chalk? (and how do i know what chalk tastes like?) damn you soy cheese, why must you be so expensive and taste like paste?), blah blah blah
i need spray paint to spread the word
so, contrary to threats and promises and morbid portent writing, i'm not dead
sometimes i feel like i'm really not alive, but that's neither here nor there...(maybe another time)
but i still find myself at ends with people and society...i can't even maintain what could be considered a 'normal' relationship; worse still, i've missed out on a couple of what could have been great relationships (again, maybe another time)
i hate my job, can count on one hand the amount of times i've worn shoes in the past year and would really like some juice right now
i keep listening to the song 'chief rocka' by the lords of the underground - of course no one else probably who is even going to read this has any idea who they are, but whatever
i stretched my ears to 9/16 the other day, bathed my cats and learned firsthand what scarification is like (not willingly - bathing four cats an be an issue)
what else? i collect fetishes like some people collect baseball cards or social diseases. i don't drink, smoke when stressed, chronic masterbator, great vegetarian\half-assed vegan (damn you, soy yogurt - why must you taste like chalk? (and how do i know what chalk tastes like?) damn you soy cheese, why must you be so expensive and taste like paste?), blah blah blah
i need spray paint to spread the word