She called on Valentine's Day. ( oh oh oh oh maybe this is going to approach workability eventually? )

And now, for something totally different: you are my friend and my lover and now you are, apparently, leaving, and my body is making little soft oh sounds of confusion and trepidation.
And that's what's up.

CHRIST.

A page in Adbusters had mock newspaper clippings from the oncoming ecodeath and now I am shorting out with fear of the future.
And anticipation?

"So- you won't lose your place."

Today. Hmmmm ( Read more... )

The real reason I've always vaguely wanted a tattoo is because it seems like something that will make me happy, when I'm old and crazy ( Read more... )