This short story is something I wrote in response to Flatmate v1, which was written by my bestfriend. Both versions, if I remember correctly, were written in 2005. I am posting this here today because I realized that this was something I posted in another blog, which no longer exists. And, the only other soft copy I have is still in a diskette ( ( Read more... )

Today I unearthed a blog entry here on LJ.. one that I wrote when I was drunk. About three or four years ago. I was such a drama queen! Oh well, I was young & growing up. But man, that entry! So plain and hard to tough on the surface, yet rich, so raw & intense, so full of itself. So me ( Read more... )

Like a true psychologist, I have learned in the past few days that LOVE is a learned behavior. And just like anything learned, it can be un-learned. My heart is now officially dead. No one can hurt me.

Hey, whaddup pips ( Read more... )

Got a sore throat that's been running for almost a month now. hm. wonder when i'll get my voice back... I have another event to host come October, a party, a baptism, my shop (what shop?!), my classes & a dance competition. my brother's missing. I think he might be locked up somewhere by now. Oh yeah, and then there's you. WTF. Why can't i just ( Read more... )

I feel like I have no reason to be here anymore... see you when i see you pips ( Read more... )

Fifteen years ago I ( Read more... )

THAT'S WHAT YOU GET ( Read more... )

I am planning on starting my own business. Mom and I are doing some research still, but if things work out, I'll be opening a novelty shop near St. Scho (right beside the old Rosemarie's cake shop), hopefully before the year ends. The space we're eyeing for the shop is uber-small, but I've got some pretty big ideas for it. Right now, we're still ( Read more... )

You know how sometimes people on your friends list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute! Since when are they working THERE? Since when are they dating HIM/HER? since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed ( Read more... )