I don't actually have anything to post about right now, but this journal will be revived within the next couple weeks. Stay tuned.

And if I still have a stalker all these years later... I hope you're eating enough, and getting plenty of rest. Good self-care is important.

Dear Livejournal,

I stopped posting in you because no one gives a shit. Sorry it took so long for you to get the memo.

~D

I tested out of the two day classes I was scheduled for this semester, and had the first session of the grad course I am taking tonight. It was a decent day ( Read more... )

So, I got three piercings in a very private place last Saturday, and that has been the focus of much of my attention lately. The awareness of my own body brought about by the pain and discomfort is grounding in a way I will attempt to explain. It's a hair's breadth away from self-mutilation (or, to some, is self-mutilation), and that is one of the ( Read more... )

Five new piercings tonight, two on Matt, three on me.

The up-downness has decided, apparently, to not fuck off.
( Read some more of D's whining )

you will feel a horrible pain when you read this ( Read more... )

I've got to learn to keep my fucking mouth shut. Whenever things look up and I feel good, I say something, and of course it goes to shit ( Read more... )

I have discovered a certain talent for story-telling within myself, and Matt has discovered a distinct fondness for hearing my tales. Yet another way in which we are quite compatible.

I have doubts and fears, now and again, but I know, This Is Love.

My up-down-up-downness needs to fuck right off, starting yesterday. I want to stay in the space I have been for at least the last twenty four if not fifty hours. I won't go into details of the matter, but I ended up pitching a horrible, irrational, jealousy-fueled fit Wednesday/Thursday, spent most of Thursday and Friday in a funk, then perked up ( Read more... )