Logged in to LJ and realized that the words I wrote in 2004, 2005, 2006 are still somehow there.

Is it worth it to try to create art when I end up throwing up from the stress of it?
Or am I throwing up from the fumes of mixing shellac with vodka and camphor to simulate denatured alcohol?

My last entry was 30 weeks ago and I am only on this site to scan for something else for something entirely different. Anybody still out there?

I feel a deep appreciation for my Mother right now. She is so wonderful. I wish everyone I know could have a Mom like her... artistic, writerly, wise, generous, smart.... that list would get long if I extolled all her virtues. Two of my best friends have seen their Mothers pass this season, and I am heartbroken for them. I know I will see this ( Read more... )

still here. but it all seems so new and strange.

Ok, maybe its not so bad ( Read more... )

having your heart broken is the worst, worst, that can ever happen. the rest is easy. I'll never be the same, having known what one was for, and lost that

A hot bath, laced with grapefruit oil, the whole house lit with candles… cranberry concentrate in white tea-pomegranite soda in a frozen cup ( Read more... )

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Snare ( Read more... )

What a caraazzzy thing.

Talking to my dear friend from years ago from provo, what we wish we could forget but all dream about every night....

What a nightmare, from cult to cult.. amazing I am only suicidal half the time...

I thought after all this time, it wouldn't bother me....

This week has been hell.