I work in a tiny corner of the world which has been recently invaded. Waging war would result in wage cuts of 100%. This tricky chick who trickled in took over my island. I, posted at a new island, am trying to adjust to a new perspective. But I am no longer alone and no longer feel as safe ( Read more... )

Happy MLK Jr. Day! Monday, 3 pm. I have a report to write about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder for Phychology. I meant to watch Waking Life today, too. I need to call Matt and Joel sometime. I keep making promises i don't keep. I'm supposed to write a letter to Molly in Canada, too. These are all things i should be doing now. Oops, instead i'm ( Read more... )

Things are fucking wierd and I think that's all there is to it right now. My fingernails are green and I've been making new friends. I even have plans tomorrow night. How odd ( Read more... )

Life was always this strange...
When I try to open up to people i find myself playing more games that i would have otherwise. I get nervous about the 'reveal'. I want myself to be a deep, monumental person. I want to say profound things and preach brilliant theories. That is not who I am. I am a sickeningly average kid who gets too angry and thinks ( Read more... )

Now? I'm thinking about change. I'm thinking that maybe, for me, each year means something new. A theme for the next twelve months... decision making? That would be progess-inducing. Momentarily I am swamped in confusion, more so than ever before. Strangely enough I am nearly void of emotion, so I think this is a good time to make choices. My life ( Read more... )

So fuck me, i was feeling nostaglic. Wierd, coming back to a home where all your friends are 'chemical whores'. Everything changed...for the better? It feels like it, now. Happiness makes you weak, but you have to go one way or the other. I mean, i do. No more 4 am's being a cocaine kitty. She's so sweet sappy and sober now. blah blah blah. Ask me ( Read more... )

I imagine bugs flitting about. Some of them are really there, while some of them, in short, are not. I've killed about eight already. I even cringe when hair-thin exoskeletons are crushed between my palms. I will never deal well with death ( Read more... )

fuck you. i don't owe you a god damned thing. what fucking promise did i ever make to you? who were you to me? you promised a lifetime of lies that you never lived up to. giving up- throwing up in bathroom stalls and plastic bags. you were always beautiful but you never listened to anyone. you never heard the cheers and the whoops and the hands ( Read more... )

laying entangled benieth too-thick blankets. its hot in these rooms, even with the windows wide open. we're breathing quiet and smooth and have forgotten how to speak. close your eyes, kiss me hard, pull me close. i want to slip into your mind like you sliped into my heart. Pause. Stop. i dont want to love you. dont think. dont notice that youre ( Read more... )

candy-red lips. post-makeout exhaustion dipping into dreams of weigh-stations and piracy. i..love..falling asleep in your arms. stirring in your sleep, midnight mumbles and such a perfect smile. i wish i could form feelings into full sentences. i wish i could kiss your eyes...fingertips...elbows...shoulderblades..hipbones. Fourty-eight hours of you ( Read more... )