Who the hell am I?

I'm just not sure what happened here.

More at 11.

P.S. Miss you all.

It astounds me still how people refuse to believe in muses. In spirits that possess men and women and drive them to create works that border on the divine. I've felt it. Been so possessed. And now I am not. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's all just my fault. It still doesn't explain all that writing is to me ( Read more... )

I think I need a collaborator.

I feel like there's chains all around my spirit. What ever happened to feeling free?

I can't believe Fringe would play me like that. It's not really the lack of answers that gets me, I guess we've gotten some, but it's just like UGGGGGG. I've known for like, three weeks that Mr. Nimoy was going to be in it, and it was going to be epic, but they just hosed everyone ( Read more... )

I am very seriously wondering if the planets will ever align and I'll have just the right balance of interesting things going on, as well as the time to post about them.

It's possible that this journal is just fucked.

Now buying: Sleep. All offers considered.

Should I start twitterererering, HMMMM

So I've recently become disenchanted with food as a whole. I had a stomach virus a few days ago and since, I just don't want to eat. I'm not sick anymore, food just doesn't seem so appealing. Odd.