This will be my last LJ entry, ever. I have changed my e-mail address to a random address (a.k.a. lumpythetreehoppedgurlagoo@notsoboston.com) so that I can't e-mail myself for my password, and I have changed my password to something completely random (I put 8 fingers down on different keys and just go from left to right, and then I repeat the ( Read more... )

Today feels bad. It hurts to think. I think, upon closer inspection, that I am in pain and really cannot tell if I am broken. But I feel broken. I can't believe it. Is that a sign of being broken? So I wasn't planning on telling anyone because I had in fact forgot about it until last Monday. I better stop.

My thumb feels broken. It hurts to touch. I think, upon closer inspection, that I am in pain and really cannot tell if it is broken. But it feels broken. I can't move it. Is that a sign of being broken? I still haven't seen Pirates of the Caribbean and I still don't know how to spell Carribbean. Carribean. So I wasn't planning on telling ( Read more... )

And I was thinking about her. The smell of her perfume in the wind. The way she lets her hair down. The way she smiles. She doesn't know it, but I am craving to just be with her every day of my life. I would give anything to be with her. God, everything about her is perfect. I want to get to know her. I want to be with her. But who am I? ( Read more... )

"and when the sun went down the streets grew silent as all the good people huddled locked inside of their homes, basking before the blue glow of the MONITORS; bottle-fed a false sense of well-being, a corporate illusion of choice, and a blissful lack of awareness, all the time placidly growing

like

plants."

-unknown

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Taken from an old friend, whom I hope is better than when I last talked to her ( Read more... )

An e-mail received concerning my not-going-to-the-family-reunion-for-my-Mom-who-beat-cancer-and-my-Aunt-who-is-leaving-for-Canada-forever event. Such a tragedy. By my Auntie Linda ( Read more... )

I was reading some journals, and saw that some were complaining how horribly trendy it was to like some bands. Yea, so? That automatically makes them a worse band? We don't like them as much now? Nono of course not, that's not the reason. It's just that, the band is no longer... ours. Oh God give me a break. A) It's just a band. B) It still ( Read more... )

Growing old is not the same as being old. Growing up is not the same as being grown up. Nor is it the same as being a grown up, nor is it the same as maturing. Some people are past the point of ridicule. MUST THIS GO ON!!!!!!!!!??????? Must I sit here and stare in belief? I wonder what I was like. I would ask somebody, but, nobody was ( Read more... )