Dear Sarge,

Where does your time go? How does it disappear? Stealing time, wasted time, "killing" time gets to me the worst, because time does get murdered. People congregate, people run away into each other to kill the time they know exists in which their lives go completely off of the beaten path of their ultimate plan, or their reluctance to ( Read more... )

This morning I dreamed of a talking dog, but instead of the dog being able to have full-fledged conversations, the dog reminded me more of a parrot, because it only repeated a few things it must have heard from its owner ( Read more... )

  Everything is a big fucking globular, psychedelic whirlwind of STUPID ( Read more... )

Been watching a fair amount of movies lately. You know, it being summer and all. I don't know, it's usually hard to find a movie that I'm legitimately passionate about. But, let's see what I've seen kind of recently ( Read more... )

I miss being a fucking alterna-kid. It made me happy. So what if it's not awesome, or popular to "my scene", or if my dumb boyfriend hates almost all other music except for the SAAAAAME sounding 60's rock'n'roll overandoverandoverrrr ( Read more... )

5 books in 5 days!

1) Lucifer Vol 1: Devil in the Gateway by Mike Carey etc. (Graphic Novel)

2) The Panorama of Hell by Hideshi Hino (Manga)

3) From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsburg (Children's/ Realistic Fiction)

4) The Secrets of Platform 13 by Eva Ibbotson (Children's/ Fantasy)
5) Island of the Aunt by Eva Ibbotson ( ( Read more... )

My psychic energy has been on the fritz for the past two-three weeks. It's more than that, too. all of my perceptiveness has been increased on the ten-fold for some reason, and none I could have wanted or asked for, really ( Read more... )

I have a secret confession:

I love it when people call me "Linds" or "Lindzers" for short.

My brother and my Dad both did that, and now I don't really have either of them, so...

It's really comforting, and when anyone relatively close to me calls me that, it makes my head swim in a warm, sparkling, sunny pool of crystal waters.

Secret

I can tell my soul is dying.

I can feel the twinge, the sting, the worthlessness of the deterioration. I can absolutely feel it. I know I care, too. I do care. I know that I care, because I cared enough to recognize it before it was too late, so...

What's next?

It's almost entirely self-inflicted, but you know...in the good way, like, I'm TRYING to ( Read more... )

I've been cleaning a lot lately. The cleaning is helping a little bit--I feel as if my thought processes work well and/or better the cleaner my house, the more physical work I do, I feel like I can think about anything unimpeded, but I still don't feel fucking GOOD about anything ( Read more... )