I met a woman who smokes Capris and drives with her low-fuel light on. She drinks ice coffee and applies lipstick so often it stains the straw. We took a drive one day, and she told me all about life. She had this boyfriend in high school who showed up at her church three weeks ago. And last night she swallowed her tooth. She calls me pretty over ( Read more... )

I want to know what drives people. What drives people to accomplish things. Honestly, I'm not motivated. Why am I even doing this? To get good grades, to have a few good times with friends, to get a job, and end up in a nursing home when I'm old and rotting away? God. I'm not happy, honestly who the hell is? I don't think I know a single person ( Read more... )

I'm using this journal from now on as just a friends-only writing journal. I deleted a ton of people from my friends list, somewhat randomly. If you care to read any of my stories or whatnot, add this journal and comment.

If not, add crosswire which is probably going to be public and updated constantly.

( 50 things about me. )

I copied this word for word from Erica ( Read more... )

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I'm going about my life the wrong way and maybe I am going to blow off both photography and writing. You know. And become an astronomer. Yeah. Right up my alley, right? Motherfuckers.