i called uncle ben's ready rice and talked to sydney about how you can rip the package on both sides with whichever dominant hand. she's very nice.  i'm glad that the company accomadates the needs of lefties.

The skitter of the needle on the record,
and I can see you eyes - sick, wolflike -
twitching in seas of grays, a
quality of consciousness as ( Read more... )

She's his yellow brick road
Leading him on
And letting him go as far
as she lets him go
Going down to nowhere

She puts on her make-up
The same way she did yesterday
Hoping everything's the same
But everything has changed

In my mind
Everything we did was right
Open your eyes, I'll still be by your side
How could I ever have been so blind?
You give ( Read more... )

i<3betharoo
and her ocean hair.

i wanna swim in a sea of your lovin', darling.

and ew.
please don't take that ..
that way =]

i'm sorry that you had to delete your comments, beth, for whatever reason.
but smart thinking, i guess =/ ily

"there's something we believe in 
in this household, sara.

we call it the quality of life."

Diamonds, crystalline and perfectly aligned ( Read more... )

i hate my mother. i'm sick of listening to "well we'll wait. but probably not." so i don't have the heart to tell chris it probably isn't happening and fuck it, i mean, his dad is leaving early from work for me. what the hell am i supposed to do.

stop watching the fucking stars blink out

it's freezing in my basement, so i sit here wrapped in this huge blanket with some ramen noodles. mhm. i'm relativley happy, i guess. i don't have much to say today. i never have much to say, anymore, and i don't know why. "i'm brave, but i'm chickenshit..."

Pour savoir qu'il ne me manque pas je, ce morceau de déchets, aide seulement souffler plus loin. Il m'a permis d'être diet coke et saltines, il a toléré mon amour pour l'art de conversation. Je souhaite que j'étais dans ses bras encore. Je souhaite qu'il m'a aimé comme il a utilisé pour m'aimer. Je déteste regarder lui et elle obtient le nouvel ( Read more... )