Senses Fail/Silverstein at the Thunderdome. I forget the date. October something.

( so I was like rumisfordrinkingasshole. )

...Already posted in my other journal...couple new ones.

( love rhymes with... )

12:13 a.m. On a SundayWith such graceless lips we kiss ( Read more... )

So, again with the breaking of my own rule. Writing in my photo journal. Tsk. But I just thought I'd share that I don't think I'll be posting pictures anytime soon. Computers hate me. My computer at my mom's...dead. Now the computer at my dad's...the modem is fried. Which would'nt have happened if he had hooked that computer up with the new cable ( Read more... )

Look at me breaking my self-imposed rule of this being strictly a photo journal. Just wanted to say I dont know when I can post pictures anymore because my mothers computer has hella viruses/spyware. Emachines tech support is so lame and unhelpful. Two hours on the phone talking to some overly bubbly chick and I got no progress whatsoever. Fuck ( Read more... )

( the hotness is back for another round )

( i got this new way to dance. )

MyChemicalRomance April 18th Ottobar Balitmore Md.
( it's not a fashion statement, its a fucking deathwish )

Let’s get sharper knives to get each other down ( Read more... )

These synthesized emotions are traded for pity.
Not much, but what’s done is done, and that’s all.
If this is the end result - with hearts that don’t feel
At home in the blistering cold. What can we do?
Change is an unkind word that we have bastardized
Beyond recognition.

feeling so uncreative today. i suck.