Hey friends. It's been a long time since I wrote in this journal. For some of you who didn't know, I don't use this journal much anymore and that I have been writing in a newish one....metumyluv. Add it, if you haven't already.

This life is a precious commodity. I remember at one point I was laying, and almost dying in a hospital bed when I was struck with a revelation I have so easily forgotten since. The things I would let myself get upset over so easily didn’t matter in retrospect. The “problems” in my life didn’t seem so bad when all I wanted to do was to not be sick ( Read more... )

goodbye livejournal.

it's time to go our separate ways.

its been fun.

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My fucking cat makes me so happy. Even when I feel like dying, he makes me want to die a little less. It's a very precious relationship and I hold it dear to my heart. When he dies it will be the saddest thing ever, but I will have a rad funeral for him in my back yard ( Read more... )

I'm really glad I'm a nice person, and not a bitter, mean person. It's such a relief when I sit down and think about it. Constantly making people feel like shit must be tiring and painful.

So uhhh yeah I just got back from coffee with Tom (woodham). He's a sweet guy, and he had a lot of nice things to say to me, but I can't take him seriously for some reason. But he said he could give me a job washing boats making 15.50 an hour...so fuck me sideways (as Kent would say) I just have to wear short shorts and a tiny shirt. I can do that ( Read more... )

I wanna be on the inside of love. But to search for love dooms you to live on the outside of love...so I'll just wait. Here I am.

It's late. I wish you were here.

Julia I'm glad we got to see eachother tonight. Good things are to come. But for now, I must sleep.

Primary objectives for today:

-Clean my fucking room.
-Do a little bit of homework.
-Shower.
-Get 2 bucks so I can buy my mouse some food.

Oh and yeah we forgot to talk. But I'm to tired for that right now. Way to tired. I'm OK.

Ah sleeping durning the day is so disorienting. I had a really bad dream too, so waking up was a bit of a relief. Terrorist attacks are never on my mind really, but I must fear them somewhere in the back of my head, or I've just seen Terminator too many times. Well dreaming your just about to die of a nuclear bomb with a friend holding your hand ( Read more... )