Parents intermittently murmuring or snoring in the other room ( Read more... )

I
am
L'ENERGIQUE!
after

So maybe that's what the recipe to willful diurnal living calls for. Hm.

That last little "Hmm" by the way, is supposed to sound like Dolores Umbridge. After effects of a Harry Potter premier still working full motion in my system.

Wait, HOLD UP, BY THE WAY [numero dos]
it's just come to my attention that Taurine--the ( Read more... )

Emilie feels like a fat cow.

And is paranoid.
And can't trust anyone.
Especially with a fork or spoon.

...is wanting to take care of herself
& simultaneously save the world.

When you're down and out on life, there is no way of liberating your soul quite like the euphoria and release that comes from a drop-dead awe-gripping concert ( Read more... )

God, Father, please forgive me ( Read more... )

fhfjdmfhggjfghfghf is how I'm gonna open because there's no use in wasting too much time thinking of an intriguing, formal way to begin lest i should let this feeling of happiness and celebration die down as the words will race across the page. haha, oh messed up syntax. lack of poetic craft or metaphorical associations ( Read more... )

Thank you, coffee [hazelnut w/ soy & honey from the CoHo, fyi], for probably doubling the brain stimulation and shaking sensation more than already, but ( Read more... )

Going into all this I am such the underdog.

I don't know how to roll up a sleeping bag.

Nerves.

Stomach behave.

A persona would really come in handy right now. If I could only be twenty times as cool as Mr. Jon Walker. Think not Marin County, think not shy, pretend...as if I don't need another mug of coffee right about now.

Days where you ( Read more... )

Secret myspace.
Secret secrets, squeal and pull your drawstrings hoodie tight around your FACE.

Sitting in the sun,
getting saucier than Marinara.

Why do "confidantes" and "confidence" have the same root?

I long for people I can scribble messages to on post-its, napkins, wine bottles, virtual walls,
and people who appreciate.

The criterion ( Read more... )

If I were ever to become a celebrity, off the bat one of my dressing room demands would be Klondike Bars . Really, folks, what would you do for a Klondike Bar? Too bad they melt faster than the Arctic ice caps on global warming.

RIP snippets of heart where I should be distributed.

Tonight, when head hits pillow conscious switches subconscious ( Read more... )