He is....beautiful without trying. Like when I come in and he's by himself asleep on my parents' old couch (I remember doing homework on that couch), with the flickering TV-light illuminating his soft features. How delicate and androgynously beautiful he is, how he manages to somehow look all these words - regal and elegant and graceful and ( Read more... )

Am forwith fucking around with my journal so it suits me, seeing as it doesn't so much look like a "temporary amusement" any more.  Changing the look and also icons....if anyone knows of anywhere I can find good Angel Sanctuary icons I'd be thrilled senseless.   More to come later, since I seem to be massively entrenched in the tinkering.

Oh fucking no.

Oh fucking hells no.

They've found a few more hairline fractures in her pelvis; also, she seems to be having some trouble moving her right arm (which afaik was largely uninjured).  They said there was a high possibility that she has some temporary nerve damage to that arm, as well as deep contusions, obviously.  She also, I assume it largely went without saying, is ( Read more... )

Soooo, I'm here.

Sarah news.

Her pelvis is fractured, but it's a single fracture (rare) and in a non-dangerous area (i.e., won't cause any internal bleeding, won't impact anything else).  She'll be in a wheelchair for a while, but it will heal with presumably no trouble, and although she'll need some therapy just to get her back on her feet, they ( Read more... )

Posting on LJ for those of you whose numbers I don't have programmed into my cell or for those whom aren't physically proximate or whom I have for one reason or another been unable to get in touch with ( Read more... )

I broke my fucking foot.

Actually the car that drove over it after running a traffic sign broke my fucking foot, but point being.

And yet, I'm not feeling too shitty about it, because it'll heal soon and in the meantime Sarah and I have been spending oodles of self-indulgent lazy time together just cuddling, watching TV, and talking.

New York and my ( Read more... )

Or not, exactly.

Actually, it was a pleasant dream, formed from a pleasant memory of my early teenage years - before I came out and became somewhat estranged from my family.  It recreated the memory almost exactly, a hiking trip with my dad.  For once I was calm and for once he was open, and we sat on a bank looking over a small creek and talked ( Read more... )

Thank you.

Thank you for being so patient with me through my shortcomings and stupidities, through all the endless frustrations I cause. Thank you for demanding honesty from me and not punishing me for giving it. Thank you for caring enough to see right through me.

I don't know how to tell you about all the walls around me, or how ever since I was ( Read more... )

I have always sort of eschewed New Year's celebrations - in the States and abroad.  I never celebrated them as a kid because ohgod, it would've been fun and my family did not want any of that, and as I grew older it just never seemed like that big a deal.  New beginnings could happen any time, and I didn't see the point in staring at a clock to ( Read more... )