there's just something about this boy with his narcotic smile. his selective sedative solutions. I think i've reached an addicament. predicament of addiction, Doctor.

Snoggling. That's all this entry is going to consist of.

Oh, and me letting you all know that I am going to shower now. cheers.

11. eleven minutes. one+one=2. two, too, and to the one that's 7 years past 11. 7-11. Man I need some coffee. Peachy-O's would be nice, also. Library's are liberating when you live in a hotel room. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU. Phones are phoney. 5 minutes until take-off. My clothes? Sorry scout, you're shit out of luck.

i'm shit out of luck. Fuck.

He's far passed being passed out. They're going-going-gone, and it's about 06:00AM and I can't even begin to feel drowsy. Where the fuck is the point, and how am I supposed to get it?

I have a boyfriend. I don't think I have anything else to say about that.

Day by day. That's life for now.

malnutrition. malfunction. maltreated. MANIFEST DESTINY ( Read more... )

I find Valu-Inn you.

This is what an unsuccessful attempt at updating a sad excuse for a livejournal looks like.

This is what..I don't even know.

I saw my life in a Snow Globe once. Settling, silent, surreal. Then Fate's hands closed in around the bulbous sphere and...

and there we were, a colon in existance: two bobbing apples smack dab in the navel of the Denial [de.nile] River..the longest river known to mankind.