Lately i find myself trying to answer an age old question..
When we get married, we take vows. For better or worse. Sickness and in health. Rich or poor. To be faithful and loyal. To death do us part. But at what point are these vows null and void? At what point are things too bad, the illnesses too great and the poverty too controlling?

I hate the fact that I can only write once the sun has been safely trucked into bed, and the moon and all her mistresses have approached my pail skin like rebirth.  Something about the minute after the morning pot of coffee has warn off, several interactions with mafia wars on Myspace, and lips hanging heavy with slumber do the words pull towards ( Read more... )

God i miss her.  Its making me feel like shit. And as much as i am happy now, i cant forget the past and just move on.

I am officially going to hell feeling like absolute shit.

It has been 75 weeks since i have last sought out this medium as a means of self expression. Considering the fact that live journal was once considered a staple in my everyday, that some how seems weird to me now. Cup of coffee, cigarette, and a chat in live journal about all of the adventures the night before had brought us. (I say us, because it ( Read more... )

For this medium, it has been ages. I guess i have been so caught up in the world of Myspace and text messaging that i forgot where i had come from.. I forgot the depressed little sixteen year old gay boy hiding behind a box of condoms and a smile second only to Chers. I guess that is what has been missing from my life lately. And i say that like i ( Read more... )

The username is still very much under construction, but i figured that i needed a change or something...

My new username is elementalapathy.. So add it or die bitches.

Ouch for the lip that has reduced emecly in its swollen tendencies. But still hurts worse then when i first got it peirced. I guess metal poles in skin werent ment to be there.. And the retalitation of my lip is proof of this ( Read more... )

I dont know what the fuck i did, but whatever i did i did it in my sleep ( Read more... )

I am just in a mood i guess...

I hate not really getting a chance to see terri all that much like i use to..

That, and working so much makes me vulger and violent.
I have this strange urge to just tell every last person all about themselves.
But ill refrain i guess...

Fuck sixty hour work weeks. That keep getting longer. Without a chance of-- getting hired in ( Read more... )