they call it KFC ( Read more... )

In love with the sight of the moon ( Read more... )

wow i haven't written in this thing for like ever ( Read more... )

standing on the edge of morning
scent of sex and new found glory
playing as she's pulling back her hair
she drives away
she's feeling worthless
used again but nothing's different
she'd stay the night
but knows he doesn't care

home by three
deafening quiet
the porch light's off
yes they forgot it
she'd cry herself to sleep
but she don' ( Read more... )

yesterday it finally sank in....

Next weekend ( Read more... )

and i love theatre kids....

and i love celebrating 420, and making sure everyone in MS does too.

im 20!

why does the only straight guy in the gay bar ALWAYS find me?

i have hopefully figured out my future...

only 2 nights of the play left. whooooooo.

i miss culty. haha

i woke up to jessie telling me she found a bundle of pink roses on my car...  yeah i know who they're from. and it's a good thing. :)

what is there to say about love really? everything and nothing at the same time. I hate it. I love it. I fear it.

"i like where you sleep when you sleep next to me"

Each guy, each one night stand, each relationship, each almost relationship... they all have a story. They all have a reason why they did or did not happen. And even the ones I want to ( Read more... )