WHERE is everybody. goddamn it.

i'm a slave to lust. pffffffft.

i have hamsters, i have a wine rack (with bottles of wine on it!), i have my ugly wonderful leopard couch, i have my dreams back. or something like that. i have nick and alli and other people i wasn't allowed. i have my mother. i have clothes that make me look like he said i shouldn't. i have a bad haircut and a messy room. i have chaos where i

quote of the day:

"i'm like columbo, but sexier and more emo."

copyright the ferret.

my back throbs. how nice of andy to leave me something to remember him by.

nick and i might be roommates in february. because i can't afford to live alone now that the rent's gone up, and his roommates are grubby. so yeah, fun for all.

i'm content though. i just wish i hadn't forced myself to learn all those lessons.

so that's it i guess. my boy is gone. he was never really my boy though, and i never really knew him.

dying dreams hurt like hell.

-xx-

dear abby is a constant disappointment. why i give that old slag another chance, day after day, is beyond me. addictions are strange. :p ( Read more... )