happy fourth...YAY

i finished a book. its about the world fusing together and becoming a utopia. these books are intense..you dont really know how true they are until things in the book start happening to you ( Read more... )

so the house next to mine caught on fire....melted the side of my house....damn.....i feel bad for them...now my house smells like burning plastic...im shaking...i didnt see it engulfed in flames...but i got home and there were fire trucks everwhere...thier garage and half of thier house is gone...she was pacing up and down the street crying "my ( Read more... )

i was walking down the street.....i found a gold ring on the ground. me and my friend picked it up. a man ran out from around the corner and started chasing us...it was a cop. we ran and ran then jumped off a bridge into the water. we swam away as the cop dove in after us. we hid in a spot of the lake, then found a boat. we paddled on this boat ( Read more... )

so does anyone have some sort of reoccuring theme in thier life? for me, its the number 11. its obscene. for example, i went to the DMV to get my permit today. i had to take a short test. my test was number 11. and that is only one example out of, litterally, thousands. i have really found any information on the number 11, well, at least none that ( Read more... )

dear, oh dear....things have been interesting with me, to say the least. my neck hurts ( Read more... )

this is sad that this is my first post of the year....oh well...here are things kims been doing for the past 6 months ( Read more... )

a friend wrot me a story:

onces apon a time thier was a gasy cowboy...the cowgirl/cowborg said why do u fart so? Why do u stink. He replyed...its the damn bamuda triangle mexican food off corse then they all died

something in life is missing. i dont know what. i cannot find the nexus between living and dieing it seems...i feel like a walking Zombie whos trying to find death AFTER death...if that makes and sence. i feel numb all over. literally. i cant feel my body. its as if its not even there. maybe i am dead and i dont know it yet. what if at the end of ( Read more... )

today i got something in the mail that almost made me cry...i was a post card from John when he was in Greece. so even though we've been broken up for almost 7 months now, he has still kept both of his promises...the postcard didnt say much, but none the less, i felt as though i still mean something to him. i think i might write him a letter ( Read more... )