Where to begin? I scarcely have a clue. Perhaps an enumeration of the events since my last post ( Read more... )

Haha, I am such a fucking pansy.
Fight for something you want. Duh.

It's usually only Sonja's words that can make me reason.

:)

Spilled a salt shaker,
The ground behind my left shoulder remains unsalted.
Guess this is living on the edge.

This is just a news update ( Read more... )

Excuse me while I gush ( Read more... )

I grant Egress, however paltry my permission. I am no oathbreaker.

I live for the weekends right now. I must be living someone else's life, and I obviously expect it to crash and burn in one swift stroke in the very near future, but for right now...

y ahorita yo me siento anticuado y débil, un tipo muerto.

déjalo ser! déjalo ser!

I'd be lying if I said I tired of celebrity.

For homeostasis, there must always be something to prove, someone to impress, somewhere to go, and something to learn.

I need a fight.