You leave your name, and I will give you a personal poetic message describing who you are and what you mean to me.

I just want to run away, anywhere, Cali, Colorado, somewhere I can start over, I want to get in a horrible accident where I forget everything, erase my memories, and somehow end up in Montana, heh...then I'd have a purpose, to get my memories back, then I would, and decide to hit myself over the head with a sledgehammer, starting the cycle over ( Read more... )

...but I am sorry...

Why do I regret things ( Read more... )

Two straight days of Pwnage.

Last night, pwn noobs in the face on Halo 2.

Today, pwn noobs in numerous body parts with a Kendo stick.

SO much fucking fun.

PwnStar Baby.

I went to a friends 12-hour birthday party, played a lot of Halo 2 and made many people my bitch.

Cause I'm a Pwnstar baby.

Kickass time, I haven't played Halo in a long FUCKING time, and it's good to know that I can still rock a room full of peoples shit.

Right now is the only time I can think of that I'm actually enjoying the passage of time...

...for once time is trying to help me, not fuck me over, and that makes me feel very good.

I can wait as long as it takes knowing I'm waiting for something fantastic.

I don't think I'll be writing in my paper journal for a while.

Standing on a beach staring down a 60 foot wave, waiting there for a cool and refreshing death.

Questions are stupid.

...I've been too busy with The Inevitable ( Read more... )

And so I keep pretending.
We're both in this race, it's neverending.
And we both say "goodnight" and "I love you"
But we both know........It's not the same.