Going to spend the first night in my place, weird.
Call me.

Getting off work this morning, I feel like a brand new zombie in a land of neurotic psychoses ( Read more... )

This is where I'm most comfortable (at the moment).
I officially have a book shelf, a ton of books, bathroom necessities, and some kitchen things in my new place. Going to move the rest of my stuff today. Leaving behind the bed, the dresser, and the desk until tomorrow when Owen and I figure out who is getting the bigger room. But, the more I think ( Read more... )

I'm refusing right now, no interest in anything but where I've been ( Read more... )

Every time I hear this song, the image of Kirstie Alley (sp?) and John Travolta violate my mind. There's something so wrong about it because I really like this song ( Read more... )

There was this laugh we'd make together, unique and beautiful in unison ( Read more... )

Almost all night I watched Elvis movies; Jailhouse Rock, and two behind the scenes things. Elvis was such a joyful guy, though I think that the 70s did him little justice. I'll take the greaser Elvis over anything any day ( Read more... )

This whole deal about journalizing, blogging, and poetry is quite silly sometimes. You get a group of people sitting in a coffee circle, virtual or in the flesh, reading personal tragedies to each other; pretending all along that they wrote it for themselves, spouting out this, "fuck you, I hate you all" or, "I'm so in love with you, fuck me now or ( Read more... )

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It happens when you smile,
when you suit up,
when your skin is free of human flaw.
When you look at me,
when you're laughing at (with) me,
when you're not talking to me at all....
You make it so hard to stay quiet.
It's in these moments when you are most irresistible,
just the thought of moving closer to you....