Looking at my bitten black-painted fingernails, I had a very vivid flashback to high school. And thought I was late to choir. I haven't painted my nails black since I was 14 and going through my pseudo-goth phase.   It also makes me re-covet these star-encrusted stompy boots that I saw in 1999. If only for 49 hours ( Read more... )

Reading back entries from Luther year, Early January was a good idea, why exactly?

I've changed, which is a good thing. If I didn't change in the last  5 years, I'd be concerned.

Only, now I see things from other peoples' perspectives, and...yeah...

But I wonder sometimes if I have any values left.

The ever-important question: What should I be for Halloween?? Come one, come all, this poll is public and open to everyone.

Poll Costumes, 2009

 I am not dead, although it's not through lack of trying. Falling down hills, pissing off people from Brooklyn, and attempting to club dance are not in my list of hobbies to actively pursue.

I wrote out a long entry by hand, and left it at my apartment. So, lo! A substantial entry will arrive soon. Scout's honor.

I enjoy Montana so far, and am off ( Read more... )

My best male friend from high school died yesterday. I want to throw up. Or ride my bicycle until my legs feel as numb as my heart.  God, that sounds like a horrible emo-country music hybrid.

Part of me wants to write a rambling entry about how we first met, how we drifted, and now he's dead.  I'm worried that I'll idealize some parts of 'the way ( Read more... )