Here I am.  A LIFE later.  I was sitting at work (Allstate) when the thought of Live Journal popped into my head.  Well, it's still here.  I just got finished reading my entire Live Journal.  I suppose I should copy it to something incase this site ever goes away.  It's still here 22 years later after I started my Live Journal.  Maybe it'll never ( Read more... )

Last night, or rather early this morning, I sat up from lying in bed, and then woke up. I had this feeling that I was going to get something or go somewhere in the house, but as soon as I woke up and wondered why I was sitting up with my feet on the carpet instead of under the covers, I laid back down and went out like a light. Regardless, it's ( Read more... )

Livejournal seems to be passing the test of time. I guess because it's not actually a social networking site! After a year or more, I find myself typing in it's address into my browser. It feels good to type down my thoughts. I haven't done that in quite a while! I had a dream Rose wanted to wait until her last name was changed to Quinn before ( Read more... )

The only thing that kept me from being murderous today was the thought that 'what goes around comes around.' I cannot believe the shit the my friend deals with in his relationship. It's frustrating, and lately I think i've been taking it out on him to a degree. I hate that fucking bitch, and I hope she gets what she deserves.

I deleted my myspace. Why? I really don't think many will notice. Its not as though I used it, or had anyone who looked at it. But that's not why.

No one has Roy-withdrawals. I had a window of opportunity in which I promptly shut it and boarded it up.

I shouldn't really have to spell it out. I know that i'm expected to, but should I HAVE to?

Right now I'm having day dreams of it being Autumn, and me living in a city, and definite seasons, and me going for a walk by myself (bundled up because it's pretty brisk out), and just browsing the local shops that are within the few blocks next to my loft apartment. Ok, now i'm ready for it to not be a day dream..

Shuttering, defeated, and broken, he walked from the scene. Minutes before, he was invincible. He traced his footsteps back to the cafe. It was warm there still. People sat in fluffy chairs sipping caffeinated chocolates and stuffing down muffins and eclairs. The cafe was unchanged, other than the crowd which was only slightly different. Only ( Read more... )

Per Rose's diagnosis, i'm discontent. I don't know why things have to change.. but I feel like everything is changing around me, and that I'm still just the same. I feel like nothing has meaning, especially me. I want to make a difference, I want to have it all, I want to not have to worry, and I want to BE CONTENT. But I have no willpower to ( Read more... )

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