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i procrastinated on writing my autobiography for computer sciences. poo. oh well 10 points off for everyday late. fuck if i care.
i'm re-reading Candy by Mian Mian. now i'm going through and underlining all the sentences that struck me the most. i love the book but it's a very dangerous love. the book makes me depressed and lonely. last nite on the way home from mobile, i wanted to jump out of the car with the wind at my back, launching my falling velocity to 85 mph. it wasn't a suicidal thought....just a thought of wanting to be free and falling.
i have a birthmark on my right shoulder. i like it when zach tells me what he thinks it looks like. one time it was my initials (mmj) and another time it was a scar of a single wing that i was born with that my parents had removed. i like that last imagining the best because there's something very romantic and tragic about only having one wing and then having it ripped from you. a broken bird or butterfly or angel who becomes a normal human without having anyhting to say about it. i love all the things that zach sees in parts of me and what he makes me imagine about myself.
if you guys get a chance (ESPECIALLY YOU, JOEY!!)....e-mail zach (his lj name is shakingpaper) and insist that he e-mail you a copy of his newest story. it's a swashbuckling tale of a band of miscreant pirates. it's wonderful. i love it. i love him. he's going to get mad at me for telling all you guys to ask for his story so let's just keep this on the DL. (and let's also pretend that he doesn't read all of my posts. heh, heh.)
time to eat some chips ahoy! cream whiches.....*yum*
p.s. i'm mad because i spent my last $1 on a mug root beer because i needed some caffeine. apparently mug decided to make their drink caffeine free without telling me. motherfuckers. they're lucky that i don't have enough energy now to write a strongly worded letter about how much they suck.
i'm re-reading Candy by Mian Mian. now i'm going through and underlining all the sentences that struck me the most. i love the book but it's a very dangerous love. the book makes me depressed and lonely. last nite on the way home from mobile, i wanted to jump out of the car with the wind at my back, launching my falling velocity to 85 mph. it wasn't a suicidal thought....just a thought of wanting to be free and falling.
i have a birthmark on my right shoulder. i like it when zach tells me what he thinks it looks like. one time it was my initials (mmj) and another time it was a scar of a single wing that i was born with that my parents had removed. i like that last imagining the best because there's something very romantic and tragic about only having one wing and then having it ripped from you. a broken bird or butterfly or angel who becomes a normal human without having anyhting to say about it. i love all the things that zach sees in parts of me and what he makes me imagine about myself.
if you guys get a chance (ESPECIALLY YOU, JOEY!!)....e-mail zach (his lj name is shakingpaper) and insist that he e-mail you a copy of his newest story. it's a swashbuckling tale of a band of miscreant pirates. it's wonderful. i love it. i love him. he's going to get mad at me for telling all you guys to ask for his story so let's just keep this on the DL. (and let's also pretend that he doesn't read all of my posts. heh, heh.)
time to eat some chips ahoy! cream whiches.....*yum*
p.s. i'm mad because i spent my last $1 on a mug root beer because i needed some caffeine. apparently mug decided to make their drink caffeine free without telling me. motherfuckers. they're lucky that i don't have enough energy now to write a strongly worded letter about how much they suck.