ATTENTIONI have decided (if you hadn't noticed) that my life is pathetically boring. And I don't want to write about it, anymore. I mean, occasionally, I will, but not now, currently ( Read more... )

This song is liquid sun, melting, dripping, draining through my system. My pores are clogged with heat and I feel lightheaded, languid ( Read more... )

Wicket (the dog) keeps watching me through the windows. It's kinda creepy. I think he wants me to feed him. Hrm. Maybe I shall ( Read more... )

We live our lives through a series of desperate hopes, pathetic longings. We wonder, we wish. Please, please, please, please....

And we yell at ourselves for them - shut up, you don't want that, shut up, shut up - and when it doesn't happen, we're still crushed.

Oh well.

GOO GOO DOLLS - IRIS
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming,
Or the moment of truth in your lies;
When everything feels like the movies,
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive.

( i just want you to know who i am )

ENTER KAYLEIGH, STAGE LEFTDad: Don't talk to Meg. She's in deep, deep shit ( Read more... )

Mostly, I'm just kinda tired.

Sigh.

Well, just got my first LJ comment spam... that was interesting. At least this one was for poker, and not porn. Blegh.

So! Tuesday baile, aliveandsoalone, Ameh, and I went to San Francisco. Now, to understand how retarded we are, realize that we live in the foothills, and the population of our exclusive towns couldn't be more than 4,000. That's probably a grand ( Read more... )

On the road to my grandparents (where we go for Easter, every year), there is a barn nestled into a hollow of the road. Ever since I first saw this barn, there's been a carousel horse attached to the front, where the roof peaks. It always looked special, pretty, beautiful ( Read more... )

First block I spent daydreaming about guns and bullets and blood. I asked Ari if a bullet would go through your entire head, or would it get stuck if you shot someone? He decided it would depend upon the range and the gun. He's right.

Second block was spent worrying about World War II and thinking about The Pianist. Oh, and displaying our cute ( Read more... )