Happy new year, everyone.

I spent a lot of 2009 torn up inside.
My trip to Europe was a nice escape from real life.
That's about as accurate a summary as I can get.

I've never dated/"etc." someone who didn't fashion themself as an artist.

I'm not trying to figure out what that says about me. . . Yet.
I merely find it interesting.

Let's examine, in mostly-chronological order. (I hope I didn't forget any.)

DR- poet / writer
JM- part-time musician
DP- full-time musician
JY- artist / dabbling musician
GH- poet / writer / ( Read more... )

She was like
HEY AREN'T YOU THAT DUDE?

And I was like
YEAH WHATEVUH.

You know what's awesome?
Vomiting all over your dood's apartment.

I was crowned the Queen of Awesome.
And then I found $5.

Trying to scrape the bruises off
using an ice pack and a comb.

Pretty awesome.

AGAIN: I forgot I stopped using this, basically,
in favor of my blogspot.

Bluh. Just got really sad.
Wish I had someone to listen to Ys with in bed.

I make this claim and I'm not ashamed
to say I knew ya better.

He said "You should kiss me when you come home"
and I said "what."

Indeed, it is time for the "fuck my lifes" to stop.

BTWz- LJ is becoming obsolete in my life.
Slowly.

(It's hard to believe I've known you all this long ( Read more... )

I just want to go home.

I realized how creepy I've become.
I was just stalking the members of Braid via Twitter.

WHY IS THIS SO EASY.