Sit sit sit on the curb and watch the traffic go by, watch the cell phone for new envelopes of text messages from Caitlin. Not feeling this, not feeling you. Empty things like chests and minds. Only pulling blanks, here. Can't relate to any - one any - more. Green eyes, brown eyes, blue. Shh, it's quiet, now. Has been quiet for months, just ( Read more... )

Okay, yes I am just like everyone else. I will post only pictures and livejournal entertainment, because I have no soul and the things I care about are written about on paper, not in this little fucking box.

So for the pictures:


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Ohkay, jackers. I've started cross country which means I ran more than five miles to-day. Recently I can't find the sign that tells me to give up, even though I'm sure I've been staring at it for the past two months. Fuck. I like Rachel and Kait and Caitlin and .. everyone, right now. Except I'm cracking down the middle.

A-hem.

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Dear Livejournal,
I am in Chicago, actually in Evanston. Because Ashley and I drove five hours to see the best person in the whole entire world today: her name is CAITLIN. EXCUSE ME. Today was crochet in the car and walking and a big outdoor dance party with a DJ and I danced. That's right. You're jealous, I can see it on your face!
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Restless, is what I am. It'd be nothing short of lovely to sit and speak for an hour, plus an hour, to a human being. I finished Party Monster, and then read all of Medea. Nick came to my house today, and we went on adventures. Tomorrow I work. Until seven. If you can TOL-ER-ATE me: call me, and we will party in the glory of the moon. But first:

( Crap.! Who is this girl with the black tank top. With her palm in her hair and the pink desktop and and and. Can you just calm the fuck down, already. )

And hey you still make me feel like nothing, but that's okay because I keep coming back for more. I mean coming up for air. Give up [on me] one at a time. I surrender. Hands are in the air; pockets are inside-out.

I took senior pictures with Sparky, the dog. And with Genna, the sister. And you are so madly jealous. Also, tomorrow things are ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I have senior pictures and I don't want to go. Photographs are not needed. Honestly, they're not. I'm pulling blanks, here, dollface. Today I remembered: I am boring.

Word, plus word, plus word.
Sentence then paragraph.

Walk, walk, walkin all over. I feel sick.

Excuse me, but I liked today. There were girls, lots of them, all in a row: Megan, Jillian, Gina, and Melissa at work. Rachel and Lindsey at the mall! A nice flair of miss Lindsey. Lauren and Rachel after work. Rachel late at night. I HAVE A SOCIAL LIFE, OKAY. Fuck you.

Two movies today: Napoleon Dynamite and Party Monster. The first I thought was ( Read more... )