Piano.
I love it.
The sound...it's nothing I can ever describe in words.
So.
What does it boil down to, when it all boils down?
Why, whatever can't frivolously evaporate in the process, of course.
Which, it seems in one's life, is one's self. So how do you know who that person is? What they are made of? How to mix it with the correct ingredients in ( Read more... )

So....
So many things have happenned...
I didn't files my taxes.
fuck.I have to get that done in like a week, because I have yet to fill out my fafsa in order to get funding for school ( Read more... )

Who cut my throat, anywayI can't speak, because my throat is slit ( Read more... )

So, um, about that.
Yeah, don't think so.
Why?
No, you're stupid.
It's because you just...well, what you just did, anyway. Work sucked. We had the brand equity review today. It was...intense. I can't exactly describe how it made me feel. Like I was naked. Well, my body was Red Robin ( Read more... )

I put the fun in funeral.
At least that's what it said on my shirt this morning.
And what a morning that was.
I have spoken to my father all of three times in the past few years; this morning, laying in bed, was four.
He woke me up. Came into my room.
In my house, which no one remembers telling him how to get to...And woke me up ( Read more... )

So, I've been neglecting this whole Livejournal thing. I've done some research, and besides diary-x...
It really is the best blog system out there.
So, here goes, no bullshit anymore, it's time to blog.
Get down and dirty, raunchy even.
No more superficial bull in this thing, I swear.
It's gonna be my blog.
< deepbreath >
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< /deepbreath ( Read more... )

It's official ( Read more... )

Diary-x is officially dead.

Guess I'll have to move in over here.

LiveJournal is great and all...but still...it feels like I'm cheating on my lover.

Ah well.

We all roll on.

~ B

How are you being an asshole ( Read more... )

I'm so tired of everything going wrong. I want to live my life for myself, but it just keeps comming up that this is not an option. He isn't answering his phone again. Fuck. He seems mad at me lately, and if he's not mad at me he's poking fun, and if he neither then he's depressed. I don't what to do to keep him happy. It's all so fucking god damn ( Read more... )