I think one of the reasons I stopped writing in here is because I'm just plain terrible at it, but I seem to be in one of those moods. It happens when I'm in the mood for someone's company, but no one in particular and also not just anyone, kind of like homesickness but less recognizable. Also, when I can't justify coming up with busy work, no ( Read more... )

football game + beer = Kristie having to park on the opposite end of her appartment complex from her own apartment when all she wants to do is fall asleep in her filthy expensive room ( Read more... )

Its decided; I'm going to make something here that'll be sorely missed, by me. I see no end really, more of an extention of some sort of great thing, subdued and shackled at the moment but given certain characteristics consequently that I guess won't be around once I get going. All those times when we were little and our parents tore down our ( Read more... )