My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat HaulAlvaStarr goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as A 1950's pin-up girl with a flesh-eating bacterial disease.brazil tricks you! You get a dead frog.buttinski tricks you! You get a rotten egg.chikinsmak tricks you! You get a piece of string.dioctialine gives you 1 brown root beer-flavoured gummy fruits.evandorkin ( Read more... )

As the holidays approach, like every year in the past since I can remember, I tend to sink deeper into my depression. Easily angered, constantly agitated, the slightest thing can throw me into a fit of rage, spite, envy, self-loathing, or all of the above. This is one (out of many fairly unrelated reasons) why I have not updated my journal recently ( Read more... )

"Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call."

...Without the bunny, though ( Read more... )

Oops! Did I say "cult"? I meant to say "Webring". Yes...I have created a super-cool webring designed specifically for those who have online journals. This would include all of you, my dear fellow LJ Users, as well as anyone else who has a journal, blog, or diary of some sort online that wishes to become part of an elite group of folks that perform ( Read more... )

For this oh-so-accurate poll gives you all the information that you so desperately wanted. Pfft.

ED NOTE: I personally believe this test to be completely, utterly, horrendously screwed-up, as I simply cannot believe that I'm not, at least, 50% Sexually Compatible with anyone who has taken it so far. Either I totally fucked up when answering the ( Read more... )

Click on the super-groovy photo below to hear the song titled "When I Was Drinking" by Hem. Though perhaps the word "drugging" should be in the place of "drinking", most of the lyrics to this melancholy ballad are eerily similar to feelings that I've desperately wished to explain to my dear friends, Molly and George. Though I've attempted to speak ( Read more... )

While digging through mounds and mounds of, well, stuff, I ran across my old "School Days" book that contains all my school pictures from Kindergarten through Senior Year, as well as various odds and ends like report cards, silly drawings I did, and even something from Ronald Reagan congratulating me and my 1st grade class for a job well done in ( Read more... )

At 3:15 this afternoon, Russ passed away in his father's arms. I am, oddly, relieved. Not because of any callousness on my part, but, rather, the bizarre connection that I seem to have with those who've shuffled off this mortal coil. At first I believed myself to be having more schizophrenic episodes, however my mom just told me a few moments ago ( Read more... )

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