I cant sleep, at all.
The reason, because this time tomorrow I will be on a plane going to Tokyo!!!!

Anyway, I said I'd be blogging again. And I am, but not here.

http://beneaththesheets.net/
you can find me here from now on. Bookmark it,

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i'm starting blogging again soon.
it probably wont be on livejournal though.

but i'll keep you posted.

so today i got bored, and went on a mass download spree. one of the things i came across was this:

Flock - The web browser for you and your friends

i have to say, so far its seemed pretty nifty. at least, its better than internet explorer, but then everything is better than internet explorer. ima chop off peoples hands that think its the best.

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i was feeling pretty down. until i heard this:

http://download.yousendit.com/5D78D1B034C4E32C
pull shapes - the pipettes.

now i wanna go out and dance till i bleed.

download it. i ripped it from the internet just for you.

i'm updating far to much but whatever.
cam whoring at seans house.

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i got bored today. so i decided to upload some songs to share. and ended up uploading loads. you'll probably hate most of them. but its good to broaden your musical horizons ( Read more... )

Act I, Scene V
soliloquy for a songbird

[curtain rises, player one sits against a wall his face lowered to face the ground you can just make out black running makeup beneath his bowed head and messy hair. the lighting is simple. low. singular. it fits his turmoil perfectly ( Read more... )

Act I, Scene IV
opening nighthopeful thoughts driven out and replaced with big black bricks, dark obsidian bricks like blocks of evil ice sharpened into shards and driven through the brain, severing each joyful, happy nerve on their way. and now the connections try and repair racing towards each other, like lovers meeting once again in a train ( Read more... )

tell me you know what its like to want to be loved with every inch of your body and every part of your soul, that you actually ache, psysically ache not because you ran too much that day, not because you spent too much time on the dance floor under the disco lights. but because you need so badly to have someone just hold you, and tell you they ( Read more... )

tis' the season ( Read more... )