It's that time.

I'm killing this journal.

All of you will be contacted accordingly with the new name.

I fear I am losing interest in the internet.

My account expired, and I have no desire to renew it at present, which means maybe it's time to give up Live Journal entirely.

I don't think anyone even reads it anymore, anyway.

Please don't let me fuck it up this time. Don't let me kill something before it even begins. Please let me find the courage to put myself out there, and to stay out there.

Don't let me fall victim to my usual devices.

There's a reason I don't go to parties ( Read more... )

So, I'm at this party, waiting for my spot at the keg, and this kid breaks out with, "Yeah, I'm really sarcastic." And I'm already slightly drunk at this point, and like "Bitch, please" (in my head.) And he's asking why we're not dancing, and I'm like "it's cause we're way too cool." And he pulls the cliche "Oh, so you're one of those." And I'm ( Read more... )

Ah, the life of a post-graduate student ( Read more... )

I had this huge entry written last week about the events from last week, but then deleted it because it felt like something out of a seventeen year old's journal. Predictably, it was about a boy. It was going to detail my confusion over said boy because of events from last week, which I have basically chalked up to lots of alcohol on his part. ( Read more... )

long ago, and oh so far away
i fell in love with you
before the second show
your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear
but you're not really there
it's just the radio.

Ah, to be a groupie.

Hired a stripper for a friend's 21st birthday ( Read more... )

So I blacked out for the first time ever last night ( Read more... )