So I haven't posted in a long ass time, but you should know that's because I've been hella busy this summer.  I've done nothing but work, sleep, and draw (except for occasional adventures out, but those are few and far between) which has solidified my opinion that I'm on the right career path.  I've only updated My Fake Heart! twice a week mostly ( Read more... )

So my dream last night.  J. J. and I were trying to get into a restaurant, sort of like McDonald's.  We drove up to the place, and J. J. had been racing this guy there.  He did a really quick u-turn and squealed into the parking space.  Then for some reason he wasn't happy with his parking job, backed up and parked again.  Then we couldn't find the ( Read more... )

I...I think my ass is getting smaller.  It's not as "cottage-cheesy" as it used to be, the tiny stretch marks that never really bothered me before aren't as noticeable, and I swear it's smaller.  I...I don't know how to take this.  I've been okay with my body for a while now, so now that it's changing...I'm almost reluctant to accept it.  I haven't ( Read more... )

Why is it that the people I'm interested in only become serious about me once I've gotten over them?

Fuck this shit.  I'm gonna make up a fake girlfriend and everyone can just fuck off.

EDITTED TO ADD: this has nothing to do with anyone who reads my livejournal, that I'm aware of at least.

Apparently I owe the bank $380. I overdrafted stupidly. I'm begging here ( Read more... )

( Ramble time )

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
It comes suddenly and without warning.  Half listening to the song playing on my laptop as I read warm and funny stories written ( Read more... )

My Fake Heart; Cataclysmic!
By Niki Lemonade
Chapter 1; The Breakup, The Look, The Lie
Amanda Jean McCrear
7:53 AM

Sighing, I leaned over the table before me, focusing intently on the paper that lay there, awaiting translation. I had been too busy last night consoling Natalie Barker, recent victim of unjustified heartbreak, to finish it. But the Spanish ( Read more... )