Feeling out of sorts. My hands are too warm even for post party afternoon. I hate it this way. NEEDTOLEARNCONTROL Because I drank far too fucking much last night. But I'm not going there. I'm thirsty and tired.

He's online but I don't want to talk. Ignore. Ignore. I don't know. Forget the underline.

What Dreams May Come is playing again tonight. Mm. ( Read more... )

Bought: envelopes, writing paper, magazines, sketch pad, engineered Levis.
On hold: safety pins, pens, sunglasses, Independent trucks, red All Stars, Absolut Mandarin.

Tomorrow is another night, another party. I haven't been sleeping and I'm anxious. These summer days are taking their slow toll. At times I'm so here and otherwise I'm not. It doesn't ( Read more... )

A night of heavy guitars and Playboy articles. I haven't talked to him for two days. We keep strange hours little girls, like you mightn't dare to believe. A (fictional) documentary Question 2: Killing Tomorrow abuse in the home. Makeup to hide the bruises.

And it's done. Well, almost. Radio premiere anyway. /battery to be added but that can wait. It's nothing important (yet).

I'm out of Static-X lyrics and done in black and white. I feel like a technicolor splash coming on.

I've almost finished the Fellowship of the Ring. This time around it's more brilliant than I recall. Blame my LOTR fanaticism.

. .. ( Read more... )

I'm truly worried about Leo. He has a history exam tomorrow and he hasn't studied. Now, he isn't worried so I shouldn't be but I can't help it. The exam itself isn't important at all. But. But. But. It's just that he's my little brother and I want him to be the fucking best he can be. And I know he has the potential. I know it. But it's up to him ( Read more... )

As if this matters. Everything is so green, hues of grass and leaves. I'm sombre and subdued. Almost uploaded the premiere of radio but in a fit of worthlessness didn't. Blame the haphazard rain. Blame the love business.

It's not a question of doubt because I've always doubted myself. A call from Josh who'd just heard I was back. And we talked. We' ( Read more... )

Last night was last night. And I'm going to forget it, you see my selective memory needs a workout. It's not like, well, it's not like anything. I'm just frustrated, tired and frustrated. Despite $50 I'm left without a hangover, without a happy ending. My legs ache and I could do with a weeks worth of sleep. But there's an untorn corner to this ( Read more... )

Fuck this. It's raining, it's cold, it's grey. Where did summer disappear to? And why did he leave so fucking quickly.

There's a party tonight I'll be at. One of Ben's friends and I don't know anyone but it doesn't matter.

I always did have a shit American accent.

A bottle of K Gold and a bottle of Malibu. I don't care. Hey, guess what, you're not the ( Read more... )

It's a new day. So I forget titles. I'm too tired. Mulch @ 0400.
.     Sepultura.
.     Powerman 5000.
.     Type O Negative.
.     Morbid Angel.
.     Kittie.
.     Godsmack.
Hardcore dosage complete for the night, this girl is asleep.

"I seem insincere because I am. Except when it comes to you."
        "Mmm."

(And I try your words out for size and they're ( Read more... )

"Sounds like someone's left out on the bank."
"The third prisoner that was too far to go back for."
"Maybe we should put him out of his misery?"
                    "Fuck his misery."

An hour with the men of Easy Company hung in black and white suspense for next week they enter Germany. "A battle that you win cancels all your mistakes." Quoting ( Read more... )