a mypurerave entry from: Thursday April 11, 2002 - 11:37 PM ( Read more... )

For every broken streetlight ( Read more... )

it's thursday. im feeling worthless. everything just seems so emotionally void these days. maybe its the lack of sleep. maybe its the lack of thought. i feel so shallow. it seems that at one point in my life i was never able to go through an entire day without contemplating everything. why we're here, where here is, does here exist. i dont write ( Read more... )

oh i almost forgot to add that miss gina came to see me too. which always makes me happy of course. go gina. you are the best. you should have a charity in your name or something.

marley and cigs. what more could a girl ask for ( Read more... )

sometimes it seems like it will never stop raining.

gina kass and i had a fun little sleep over last night. but im very tired now. in fact. im just not going to make an entry so i can nap before i have to go pick up my dog from the hill.

peace.

GirlGdgt (1:11:46 PM): adam ( Read more... )

they lay in bed in a shitty apartment in eastside. its early but still dark. a streetlamp blinks on and off through the miniblinds causing streams of dust to illuminate and then disappear. smoke curls from her cigarette as she stares blankly at the ceiling. she glances at the clock. 4 am. another night of cheap vodka and insomnia. she rolls over ( Read more... )

um so its 1:13 and i am waiting for my friend carrie to return to her room so i can do my listening assignment for history of rock. im really stressed out because i missed a quiz that i can't make up. oh well. such is life. i have to make up last week's quiz today so i am studying for that too. damn history of rock to hell. thats all i have to say ( Read more... )