holy hell in a handbag, i'm back?

wait...
...

whoa

didn't think it'd actually work

am i sure i want to be back?

time for a change, rebirth
also, time for a new journal
this one tastes ( old )

as a matter of fact, i LIKE being really fucking drunk.

alsothere's a boy i haven't seen in *8* months who's been on my mind a lot the past week. something about Brand New has brought memories of this hot piece off ass back to my memories. he's more than a hottie, he's the kind of boy i'd like to marry. but i stopped calling him because he never ( Read more... )

and again i feel myself slipping soft into that smooth dark, the dark i know, the dark i can see with my eyes closed.

it feels like home.

finished Neuromancer (finally)

i feel
lost raw strangled amplified amputated abstract

i don't like it

now i've started Count Zero

three paragraphs and i'm sucked in

Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it
She stripped from head to toe
And then left him with his shoulder out
( Go get your heartbeat )

( fluffypoo )

after a lot of thought and consideration, i've decided to drop (or at least severely cut) NaNoWriYe out of my year. it's simply been too long since i've written long fiction and i don't want the thoughts of very-missed word counts to get me down, i have a hard enough time keeping my spirits up as it is. i may just drop down to 50k for each three ( Read more... )

i am absolutely TERRIFIED of working on my novel.

i've gone so long with working predominately on poetry that anything else seems beyond daunting.

i'm so scared

had a very long, very uncomfortable and drawn-out dream about buck. i feel awful.

why'd he do it to me? why'd he leave me again?

today's Tolkien's berfday.