Just a quick update to let you know I'm closing this journal.
I've got another one, but I'm only giving that username out to a select few, just because this journal does document my life and is not a serial.
Have a good one, y'all.
♥

but do now.
( Take a chance, you stupid ho. )

Oh, Lord.

When I was little, according to my mother, I said that I saw colors around people. Now that I'm older, I understand that I don't really see them, at least, not in the way that most people perceive sight. Instead, I feel the colors more than I actually see them. Sometimes, however, I can feel/see someone's color as well as being able to actually ( Read more... )

I got tired of Diaryland. I always get tired of other journaling sites, it seems ( Read more... )

June 24, 2003 - Germain Amphitheatre; Columbus, Ohio ( Read more... )

So at work, when we're bored, Andrew and Tiffany and I make McComix. I was going to scan them and put them up here, but that's not happening...whatever, so here you go.

Manager: We need you to stay late.
McEmployee: I can't. My mom died.
Manager (baring fangs and shooting firebolts at said employee): Die, fool!
McEmployee (running away): Oh, no ( Read more... )

In poli sci yesterday, Jack asked this kid, Billy, why the United States wanted to bomb Cuba ( Read more... )

Heather: I'm hardcore. That's what the "H" is for. Hardcore Heather.
Frank: Why are you hardcore?
Heather: 'Cause I killed your dog, that's why I'm hardcore.
Me: What did you just say?
Heather: I killed his dog. That's why Frank cries.
after telling Duke
Duke: Does Frank cry?
Me: No.
after telling HeatherHeather: Frank cries. He goes home and ( Read more... )

I wrote this when I was sitting in the Student Center between math and psych today...it's not finished, I don't think -- it doesn't feel complete yet. And I can't come up with a title, so if anyone wants to help out, I'd greatly appreciate it ( Read more... )