Friends, livejournal and diaryland sisters and countrymen ( Read more... )

I have decided to write a straight entry so that I can practice this thing called blogging. What inspired me? I was looking at the New York Times magazine website and there were links to various blogs. Some people can really write well. I am inspired when I read blogs that are about mundane things but the writing is so rich I want to read them ( Read more... )

So it's one to one on the count, who is keeping score anyway. Wow, this guy is a head case. Self-centered rock star type.  You know the type ( Read more... )

I can't stand the thought of sharing you, my high school role model, you my vague junior crush, my second in command. Why should she find you so, so fine. I mean, damn, I already know how you can be so amazing. But it pisses me off to hear someone so awful express how goddamn happy she would be to see you, when I knew you first. When you used to be ( Read more... )

Grab five quotes that reflect on you ( Read more... )

"Edmund Pollard ( Read more... )

wasn't a cause, but, just. and I married you in my mind ( Read more... )

Why don't you call me when you're empty? We'll spin the wheel, win the gold, run to Europe, sort all this shit out and finally come down. Isn't that how it could go? Think that's what we really want? Resolution? How fucking boring would we get to one another ( Read more... )

Love songs are flimsy
they're written in
the 10 minutes between
You want to get in her pants
And
You want to ruin her for good.

is a privileged thing in itself if I had to work hard just for the basics, just to get by, well, I would have no more time to myself, or mental energy really, to exert, to mis-spend, in this misplaced directing of my energies towards wanting. But it's such a good drug, like it's such a good hurt, like it's such a good taste. Going back and ( Read more... )