Taken from my journal april 2003. It took a lot of searching...And a whole shit load of new sadness ( Read more... )

Michael Quinn ( Read more... )

Nope. Still fucked.

How fantastic.

...in another jumbled state of spectacular madness. Been feeling nothing short of completely hopeless. It seems like every day I experience something else that reminds me of -... Yeah, well. Forget it. This isn't what I wanted to write about ( Read more... )

Yep. I'm still distant and I'm still uninterested in changing that. It's my burden to bear, so deal with it ( Read more... )

By leaving behind my life of daily journaling, both online and off, I was hoping to be able to leave a large chunk missing of my documented nightmare that I call 'existence ( Read more... )

I am absolutely exhausted.

Recent thought:
Life is something very much like a kick in the pants, and yet not completely unlike a boot to the face.

My pants need a serious nap, and it seems my face is already there.

I'm back.

And jetlagged.

Gosh, I miss the green already.

As for my new cursings: Gobshite, oh my fecking tits, feckarse, sheep balls, wop-bollocks, and cuntfuck. : May you never be forgotten.

Gotta love the Irish.

I never knew it was possible to feel so incredibly sad and extremely happy all at the same time ( Read more... )

One week from today and I'm outta here.

Can't wait.

This trip is long overdue.