So, last night I had a frustrating day at work (I was there for two hours after we closed because the customers wouldn't leave). Thus, I decided that I would get myself very drunk that night. I did this quickly ( Read more... )

Well, not exactly, I like drinking now that I've found stuff I like, but I still stop when I start to feel myself getting drunk ( Read more... )

Two straight guys walk into a lesbian bar ( Read more... )

A curse upon the grass and trees
And every word she spoke to me
A curse upon my liar's heart
And the captive I bid myself be

An olive leaf tied in her hair
Forbidden fruit on the ground
Silvery light and secret ties
Trapped behind a scarlet shroud

And those are the FACTS.

I can reply to honesty box things now, so I'm closer to finding out which of my friends wrote the mysterious confession.

Weekend Web covers the morons who take Livejournal seriously ( Read more... )

Being alone at night
Plus my mind attacking me
Is never good.

*doesn't want to deal with these thoughts right now. The time isn't right. All in good time, when I'm stronger.*

I gave Fergie's cd and some fanboy whined about it and attacked me personally.

*ignore the blood in the water, ignore the blood in the water, don't rip out his head and devour his innards*

I need help. I'm seriously considering seeing someone about all this shit in my head.

I'm growing weary of doing good. Someone tell me that this is worth it.