there is no more art.

and here i am again ( Read more... )

The caucus was yesterday. It was good. Obama took our state with a thirty six percent (or so) margin. I am a representative for my precinct. how exciting.

my chest is hating my throat thta hates my body.

john's mom is here.

I hate work and i have been neglecting school.

She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
"So the peace you had," she says,
"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."
We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?

im taking spanish intro to literature and creative writing.

but imgoing to be a math major.

i have been neglecting the internet lately. going on for less than three seconds every week. which is a good. thing. but.

i cant handle depression. sad kids. i cant handle them. it bores me.

i cant handle mid 30s low lives sharing lines with children.

i am sick of righteousness.
i am sick of self righteousness.

i wish i was back at that time and janel's old house sitting up against the wall sharing whiskey from my flask and wine from a glass with gary and watching jordaan stand up and sing.

HOUSEKEEPING.

back to forgetting.

i wish i could write in here why i am so angry. i almost did. then i stopped myself remembering previous much less angry entries that caused much drama because some people reading this decide to tell everyone about my
friends only post
livejournal is stupid.
myspace is stupid
i am stupid.

this is my cousin talking to me on aim ( Read more... )