Oh, yeah. Could I be more forgetful?

Here. The real  journal.

I used to be able to crank out fun little entries without even thinking about it. [At least, I thought they were interesting..] But now, I dunno, I sit forever and nothing comes into my mind, nothing I feel like writing about. I'm used to writing in ink now, and protecting my journal and saying whatever-the-damn I feel. It's good to open up, though ( Read more... )

I'm afraid I have to do something I hate most in LJ-world ( Read more... )

This is a fun and exciting lure. Look, look, a lure!

C'mon guys.

I have one.. no, two breasts. How many do you have?

I missed my LJ. Xanga is no fun. So I'm back-ish.

Life.. is life. It's pretty boring here right now. I do too much and too little. It's unsatisfactory. I'm the wrong type of support for my friends. Right kind of love, unreceivable. It's an autumn thing, I guess.

I need something. I wish I knew what I was lacking.

Just thought I'd say hey. Throw out a line, you know.

If you want, comment & say hey too. We'll chat.

Oh, come on, guys ( Read more... )

I don't really have the inclination to write here anymore. I've been more and more attached to my paper journal. It's more private, I can be a little more creative with my handwriting, plus it's really sensual ( Read more... )

Springtime makes me bitter.
(Is that strange?)

It's kind of funny when you start tucking your parents in at night, and turning off TVs in the house when you hear snoring.