I've lost who I am.

Not that that's very different from the usual state of affairs...

23 years old in three days. Four years of college and I haven't a clue where to begin.

In love, out of love, chased by love, hurt and killed by love, and then revived once more, to start anew.

Out of cloves.

...

I should update my real journal...

Or not...?

Ouch beyond measure.

Good morning, dear journal. Commence with the tongue-lashing for my complete and utter lack of attention to this medium over the last.. mmm, looks like six months. I know there's no excuse, so get it out of your system ( Read more... )

Today, of all days, it rained into the morning.

Today, of all days, this song finally played.

Today, of all days, I got what I wanted.

...Somewhat.

It's just one big, sick joke, isn't it?

[Yeah, I'm lazy, but this is the best update I can manage for the moment. I'm tired, go fuck yourself ( Read more... )

[Transcribed from an e-mail to my friend, Leone ( Read more... )

I realize I have been lax in updating this particular account on my life of late, and I apologize. Generally I pride myself on being very good at keeping both my journals up to date. Lately, however, life has thrown me such a substantial curve, I must devote my entire attention to it so often that I barely get time to put pen to paper, or fingers ( Read more... )

The crane is my wisdom, my balance ( Read more... )

"I've always wondered what it'd be like to kiss you."

As of about an hour ago, I've heard this now three times in my life.

I've acted on it once, thus far.

Oy. What a way to leave a guy hanging for the weekend. Sonofva.

~Eric