I sometimes think about the days, when I was young, not very brave, and I sat next to Ross, on a bench in a park, like a kitten gaurding her food. I was naive and always burnt, like the deadness exuded from the tip of a lamp post, and the dissapointed buzz from the insects looking for day, never really rubbed me in the wrong way. I sometimes ( Read more... )

the sublime effects of college encompass me like an unexpected rain. i am listless to my unconvential tendencies, and I have become to recognize myself as a beautful human being only accented by my faults and habits like the alluring feathers of the female peacock. I am swept into a wind of reality of absoluteness of collectivity of integrity as ( Read more... )

Lately, I feel as if I am floating in satan's skull down a river, surrounded by miles upon miles heaped within the wilderness of hell. It's like I'm on an all expensive paid trip to see the devil or something.

When you don't have much to give, you don't have much lose.

mm i cooked the most delicious jumbalya tonight.

still sick. wtf is up with that. maybe just stress? i dunno.

lately i noticed my little edna is getting her grandma kitty hairs. :-(

just got back from working out.

lately i have been throwing up about 3 times a week. i need to see a doctor soon. this has been going on for the last month and a half.

life is no longer the tumultuous whirlwind of desperation it pre-existed as.

sometimes i feel like wallowing in my own pool of bile and blood. i feel like i might be more in touch with myself if could feel my blood seeping into my skin. i feel trapped in my body, like some huge pressure of air is pounding down on me every few seconds.

we are the shiz. the gangsta's allmighty. we are troubadors in our nike's. we travel under the street light. we whistle and walk to the drum-like beat. look at the cross i bear around my neck.

(to be finished later...)

Well, I am here. I have reached that pivotal step in every child's fate when she has her very own apartment. It is nothing it is cracked up to be, trust me. I no longer have good, ole mom to clean up after me. But that is a give and take situation right? Because mom is no longer around-- at all. I can laze about like some dool of a feline if ( Read more... )

I remember in high school an aquintance refering to me as "ambiguously mysterious." I was completely caught off gaurd. I always knew I was quiet and shy, but really, I had no idea, that I was MYSTERIOUS. Yeah, I hate people to know too much information about my life, call it a complex if you will, only thwarted by those horrible CSI shows where ( Read more... )