Justin finally rolled over and let me up for a little air. Not I've minded him suffocating me. I don't think I've ever wanted to be deprived of air more. He's been good for me, he inspires me in so many different ways. Artistically, spritually, emotionally. He's like a solved puzzle wanting to be undone to be redone and I love every moment I spend ( Read more... )

Leaving our hotel room wasn't easy. Getting into the taxi was difficult. The flight back to London was horrible. Being home without him is...it fucking sucks ( Read more... )

Justin came to London to invade my resolve, I asked this of him and he's delivered tenfold. I took pictures of his honesty, his depth, his reality and when he smiles I grin because inside of that beautiful head is a secret amusement that only he'll find laughable. The corners of his eyes wrinkling, the fire in his eyes twinkling, yes, I grin ( Read more... )

Okay dears. Here's my entry. I don't need an ass kicking right now. Well I do, but no one can seem to do it quite properly for me. So I shall kick my own ass. Because I can. I am FIONA!!! Hear me purr...meow ( Read more... )

My new dwelling speaks to me in moods. I sit in the middle of the floor in the living room and each corner cries to me like pagan poetry. Pressing my ear to the floor, I hear it speaking. It says 'welcome home'. Home. A residence, an entity within itself. My personal batcave where I concoct my mad experiments like a pre-historic heathen. Walking ( Read more... )

People of this fair community, ARISE FROM THE FUCKING ASHES OF WHATEVERHOOD AND UPDATE YOUR GODDAMN JOURNALS ( Read more... )

As a foreword to this entry, I would like to thank Orlando Bloom for contributing pictures of his beautiful ass for our viewing pleasure. Thank you, Orlando, that picture almost sent me running to the bathroom ( Read more... )

A few days ago some fiendish asshole decided to throw a post-coital dollar at me, inciting a slew of emotional moments that eventually led me to pouring my heart out to a friend. He came to my rescue in two hours flat, offering me plenty of tea and sympathy. I am now back to my old, bitchy self, sans tears and annoying blubbering and I'm ready to ( Read more... )

Rolled over this morning and found a lump of unfamiliar body. This shit is getting old and I'm getting too old for this shit.

So I declare a holiday
Fall asleep, Drift away.Desperate poets refer to this as the melancholy before depression. A little blues to feed the artistic spirit. A little sullen swing into the rapid decline of thoughts. Bit by bit I surrender myself to the darkness. Piece by piece my soul is swallowed into the sea and I don't fight it ( Read more... )