i have a lot on my plate, and am therefore thinking far too much about life and other inconsequential things.

thank you. goodnight.

my friends are so fucking poetic it makes me sick.
i'm rejoining livejournal.

Um, I'm a slacker.

For my amusement, I have listed, in descending order, the methods by which I would most like to bite it.

1. Old age/natural causes
2. Child birth
3. Heart-attack
4. Car accident
5. Being shot and instantly killed
6. Suicide
7. Drowning
8. Terminal illness
9. Being mauled by a dangerous animal
10. Burning

Any thoughts?

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there is sand in my shoes and joy everywhere else. i am feeling really good, and that's modesty. tonight was an amazing experience. we went to riverwalk, had a fancy italian dinner, stumbled over conversation, paced the beach, discussed interracial experiences, hands and life lines... he saved my life. i am reprimanding myself for feeling the ( Read more... )