Stories can't end with a luke warm ending! They just can't!!!!! It's either tragic or happy. Tragic or HAPPY! Not IMBETWEEN ( Read more... )

Good times ( Read more... )

I fell down the stairs this morning. I wasn't walking fast, nor being too daring, I was just casually walking down my stairs. And, this fall wasn't a measly two or three steps. In fact, I don't think I made it to the second step on my feet ( Read more... )

I had been writing my latest entry for quite a while. Telling my opinions and writings on beauty and the mysteries of eyes, manipulation and the wonders of marvelous things. And as I sat in my chair, almost finished with the entry, and before I pressed the "Update," command, I reread what I had written ( Read more... )

I have to go to other people’s livejournals to read journals now-a-days. I’m alone. Feels like I’m throwing my thoughts and feelings out into some dark void, never to be heard from again. Oh well, I won't say anything the grim reaper can use against me, or will I ( Read more... )

I seem to only write in this journal when I'm in a foul mood. We're so stingy with our happiness, always taking it for granted when we have it, and never sharing. But we're always able to share our misfortunes, and bad days. I've been coming to the realization that I really have nothing good to say, or what I do say is selfish, demeaning, mean, or ( Read more... )

Life is slowly turning into a possessed little girl with the ability to spit vomit on my face from 20 feet away. Other then the incredible aim, I have to wonder where that darn guardian angel of mine fluttered off too. I guess he's gotten tired of dealing with my redundant, ridiculous problems. But who can blame him? I would rather deal with a ( Read more... )

You know you watch waaaay too much of the Discovery/Science/National Geographic/History channels, when you start watching a random cheesy lifetime movie and realize it's the exact story line of a con-artist case back in the 1980's. Man, I thought I was cool. =P I already knew what was going to happen in the end!

sick and twisted ending, though..

Again I'm procrastinating. It's 1:37 in the AM and I can still procrastinate- what wonders even I can't imagine, but it's truth none the less ( Read more... )

I'm procrastinating, thus I feel this journal entry is rightly justified. And also I just feel very free and easy to write whatever I feel like now-a-days. It seems no one keeps up with live journal, so why should I fear my material being read? It used to be that I didn't want to "offend" someone, as ridiculous as that sounds. Such situations of Oh ( Read more... )