SO. This LJ has not been used for journaling for quite some time, and this is the last entry on my main page. I am going to be using this LJ only to keep up with the communities that I am a part of, which I still actively participate in on an almost every-other-day basis. The regular journaling has been and will be taken care of by my MySpace page ( Read more... )

A month is gone, and this withered spring is spent in an odd state, as if the world is very small and I can observe all of its happenings and walk its circumference in a few steps. I feel very tall, and very alone. My feet are stuck here on the ground, but my head is forever in the stars, miles and miles high. Never want to come down. Not as far as ( Read more... )

Well, it's late, but...

happy Burthday, Billy. Rock on. (and on and on.)

I feel so ready to EXPLODE. I feel so ready to ROCK... so filled with inspiration and ideas. I feel so ready to LOVE, totally electric with desire. Strange. I'm not anywhere at all, yet. No place to live. No band. No one holding out their hands to receive my huge and pulsing heart. No one to hear my whispers, to feel my soul thru my arms. No way to ( Read more... )

No matter where you are ( Read more... )

I've met a person who wants to start a band, and get pretty serious with it. We're going to start meeting to write songs. I've got a new bowl, yet to be named. Starla sounds good. But I'm still thinking. Got all my shit out of the apartment. Job is going well. Car is fixed (but towed away today... I guess of all the cars parked on the side of the ( Read more... )

An update, I guess. There have been (and will be) alot of changes. The first one being that my job is no longer going be helping ignorant bastards feel better about buying shit they don't need. I'm going to make fake teeth in a dental lab, Monday thru Friday, 7:30am-4pm. Which thoroughly accomodates my current monetary needs as well as my karate ( Read more... )

When I am pulled awake, I stretch myself out slowly. I soften and still stiff I drag myself out the door. Slam into the glass in slow motion. My skin and clothes go all gray and I feel like a stone statue in the mist. Wet and cold, but tingling, not numb. Inside my core I am alive. My mind is waiting for a safe time to emerge like a snail. Till ( Read more... )

There is this BIG guy with sleek, blonde hair down to his butt who comes in here on occasion. I think he lives in the woods, because he always comes in wearing boots and red-and-black chekered flannel ("Flannel? UGGH! Bad, bad... no good!"). Anyhow, he never says anything to anyone, and no one ever says anything to him. He seems to avoid people in ( Read more... )

And where am I sending this warm greeting from? OF COURSE. From work. Here from 7:30am - 6pm originally, I awoke this morning to a blinking alarm clock. I got my shit together and ran out to the car. OOooo, a Christmas card wedged in my window! And how festive, it's yellow, and from a member of the Manchester Police Department. Dammit. Shove my key ( Read more... )