Yep. NO idea where that was going ( Read more... )

I feel rather odd today ( Read more... )

Man. I was all set to write something, and now... not so much. Damn. It really sucks when the urge to write just leaves you... I suppose I'll make this short and sweet, then. Very much to the point ( Read more... )

... in case any of you are paying attention, you'll notice that a metric fuckton of entries just magically appeared in my journal. I don't really know how it'll appear, because, this time, I took care to properly date the entries as they were originally entered. Basically, what usually happens is I post (either here or on myspace), and then I ( Read more... )

*winces* MAN, I am a dork that KNOWS NO BOUNDS! Take this conversation, for example ( Read more... )

This is going to be pretty brief, as these things go. Lately, I've been notorious for writing ungodly long (not for those of you that actually READ; I meant for those of you that look at a page containing more than one and a half paragraphs and just freak the fuck out) entries. This is not going to be one of them. For one, my CTS-ridden right ( Read more... )

... all of these things embarass me to one degree or another. I suppose it's just that they're so obviously written by an angsty 17 year old; I'm so jaded now, it kinda pains me to relive that level of innocence and naivete (SP?). There's quite a few love sick and broken hearted poems... here's one of the better ones, even if it IS nothing but a ( Read more... )

I was rummaging through a box of books yesterday, and came upon my old poetry stuff. It was pretty amusing, and a bit sobering... there's like, a two-page, single-spaced poem in there, basically me ranting about Les having died in 1999 - correction. I think it was actually like, '97 or '98. I might post that later; I don't want to read it right ( Read more... )

First, a quote by ... well, myself. I think it's hilarious ( Read more... )

This is, quite possibly, the longest thing I've ever churned out. It's rather juvenile, but, considering the subject matter, it has every right to be. It hurts me to read it, but I believe it's the only way I have of communicating the massive amount of grief I was struggling with at the time. I know I just said I wasn't going to post this, but ( Read more... )