Ok, I lied. I'll try to start writing again soon.

I can't believe I even still have a livejournal. I should have deleted this a long time ago ( Read more... )

Sluggishly squealing, I ease into June ( Read more... )

It would be hard to understand even if you had been there. My family is so messed up. It hurts to even think about it. Everyone has a different perception of the way things are, and even more so, the way things happened. As long as there are two people on earth, the perception will be different to each person. Each one will tell a different story. ( Read more... )

The truth is, I have not written in 39 weeks. That's over half a year. And before that, I did not write for some time as well. Time to face the truth of WHY ( Read more... )

It has been some time, hasn't it? I have been so busy just working and living that I haven't had time to reflect. Not here, not in my paper journal, not even in writing poetry! Mainly, I have been happy and it's harder to write when I'm content. I really must train myself to write down the good stuff, too ( Read more... )

Haven't written in a billion years, it seems. Therapist says I'm making the mistake most creative people make-stopping writing when I'm actually living, too busy enjoying the novelty of EXPERIENCING something to take the time to be reflective. But now I'm on bedrest for a week and I'm not supposed to move, which means I'm stuck on the futon at ( Read more... )

on Friday Jason came over, drank half a bottle of vodka,(which he bought) got really drunk, puked for about an hour, then passed out on the couch in my living room. Why? Because I was hungry and called him for food, and company, and his fiance is spoiled beyond toleration and got uber-pissed. Not that I blame her, I just blame her. I hope those ( Read more... )

~And she walked out to the cliff in the darkness. The sharp edges of stone cut her feet, but she didn't even notice. The waves beneath were impossible to see, but she could hear them throw themselves against the rocks. There are no other choices. There are no other ways. So the ocean seeks a death against the shore, and the stones have no ( Read more... )

2 out of 3 of my roommates (and I'm not sure about that 3rd) enjoy kinky S&M. Not that I mind. Just that the whip is loud and occasionally wakes me. (no offense y'all-you make my life interesting ( Read more... )