i havn't stopped thinking about you all day and that's made me happy.
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Edit: everyone should stop asking me who "you" is. you'll know, in time. ;)

someone should slap me.

march 27th is now less than 3 weeks away. but who cares, right? nothing important going on that day, just a show like any other weekend. no one important will be there.

i'll just keep telling myself that. then maybe i'll calm the fuck down.

so what happened to "i want to get out of this state"? well, i got out of this city and it made me appreciate it 10 times more. after being stuck in HOURS of traffic and at a horrible Hess station in Daytona Beach (surrounded by tons of horny 50 year olds on motorcycles, calling out to any broad wearing less than normal clothing) we made it to ( Read more... )

Walking toward Starbucks with Watashi Wa, one of the guitarists turned to the drummer and thanked him for being consistent and informed him that his consistency was something he greatly admired. I was confused. Consistency? Who wants that? That's no fun!So now I sit here and think about him. I think I need consistency. I hate not knowing ( Read more... )

I don't even know if I'm going to the psychiatrist to fix any sort of problems that I might have. I like sitting in the waiting room looking at other people who are there because they obviously have problems. I like to read them, figure out why they're there, what brought them here, what triggered their depression or ADD. I like to know that there' ( Read more... )

damn you, evil voice in the back of my head. actually, you might be in the front, i don't know where you are. but i know for sure you are evil. you say horrible things that make me feel bad and for that you should die. die a painful death. i want wonderful things whispered into your tiny ear as you lay smashed under books, puppies, and flowers. you ( Read more... )

we'll feel pain if means getting out of here ( Read more... )

when it comes to telling you about me, i can give you facts, statistics, tell you what i do and why i do it. but the abstract renders me speechless. i can't tell you who i am without telling you what i like to do, my hopes, dreams, goals.

changing journal today.

i've tasted blood and i want more.

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Edit: Journal done.

For the longest time, my method of choosing favorite bands had been "Have you heard of _____? No? Ok, then I like them." This didn't work out because eventually SOMEONE would like the band (unless they are Spungi) and I would stop liking them. So who would I have left? What will I listen to? I can't keep going through bands the way I do chewing gum ( Read more... )

i would cut your hands off so you could never hit me again ( Read more... )