( my xmas stocking )

Scratch that last post.

Because...

Wait for it,

I.get.to.meet.my.favorite.band.

I somehow had a feeling.
My life=getting better all the time.

Will someone please tell me when the sky is ready to fall?

Honestly, good and bad can't seem to stand to be in a room with one another.

Oh dear dear dear, holding my barings...

oh my favorite expletive will come in handy.

You don't really miss me.
Let's face it.

Because I can't state it better:
"If I lay here, if I just laid here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

Pain, you infiltrate my every part. Not true. you infiltrate a treasure, where the money's at, you make me gamble for what I hope for, lost in uncertainty on the premise of not knowing what will give out, where the seconds will be added.

HEAL. Physical therapy appointment during school tomorrow. Joyultrasoundmassagebutjustlikeahospital,patient ( Read more... )

I want to bang my head on the keyboard

And talk with you
of tales of rainbow fishes
[Not breaking news of...potential...divorce? Oh the way you stated it, "what happens next year we'll have to deal with" you put such a shusher on confrontational Misery in sending it so far off]

I miss you I think ( Read more... )

Pain medication.

PARENTS, why won't you let me?

Walking the line of ethics.

Body, body, love me like I need you now, like I wanted to empower you.

Integral. This experience. Vying.
Crying out, I need you, body.

I can't work on spirit alone for long.

Fill in the blanks ( Read more... )

Don't worry. We'll make it happen.