no one ever knows what you're talking about, so I guess you're already there.
Yeah, do it right, and head again into space.
So you can carry on and carry on and fall all over the place.
This is the trick: forget a terrible year
then we can break the laws
January:
Maybe I've mentioned this before, but (I am always thinking I am reiterating. I suppose I might mentioned that I am almost always inebriated when I post here-- which might be evident if you've noticed the amount of entries I've deleted waking up at noon with a shoegaze headache that sounds/feels/looks like sheet metal.)
February:
A man died in Aisle 5 at Rite Aid today.
March:
Livejournal?
April:
Tonight Bruce & I went looking for a wild boar carcass.
May:
[none]
June:
Accompanied by a booklet contrived from magazine cutouts, drunken scribblings/scrawlings, newspaper and oil pastel.
July:
I'm at the end of my rope.
August:
I remember being 16 or 17 and hearing the song '23' by Jimmy Eat World and thinking, "Man, when I am turning 23, this song is going to be so fucking pertinent.
September:
The shortlist explanation of what is going on on a nonchronological/jsyk basis wherein it maybe ends up being a wash so please no pity party:
October:
TUMULT IN THE HOMO COMMUNITY!!! i guess i mean whatever i am so much less concerned with whether faggots can be legally unpersecuted that whether i can maintain any of my faggoty relationships whilst being primarily apathetic.
November:
I tainted an entire classic poem.
December:
[none]
That's it. 2010. Two blank months. Forty-six entries all year. Facebook / Twitter / Tumblr killed the Livejournal star. Maybe I should be more literary / less judicious in this realm. Maybe I should just stop it.
Oooooh haha. Hahaha. Ha. Now I see the new "Repost" options for Facebook and Twitter. Poor Livejournal. I'll miss you.
So you can carry on and carry on and fall all over the place.
This is the trick: forget a terrible year
then we can break the laws
January:
Maybe I've mentioned this before, but (I am always thinking I am reiterating. I suppose I might mentioned that I am almost always inebriated when I post here-- which might be evident if you've noticed the amount of entries I've deleted waking up at noon with a shoegaze headache that sounds/feels/looks like sheet metal.)
February:
A man died in Aisle 5 at Rite Aid today.
March:
Livejournal?
April:
Tonight Bruce & I went looking for a wild boar carcass.
May:
[none]
June:
Accompanied by a booklet contrived from magazine cutouts, drunken scribblings/scrawlings, newspaper and oil pastel.
July:
I'm at the end of my rope.
August:
I remember being 16 or 17 and hearing the song '23' by Jimmy Eat World and thinking, "Man, when I am turning 23, this song is going to be so fucking pertinent.
September:
The shortlist explanation of what is going on on a nonchronological/jsyk basis wherein it maybe ends up being a wash so please no pity party:
October:
TUMULT IN THE HOMO COMMUNITY!!! i guess i mean whatever i am so much less concerned with whether faggots can be legally unpersecuted that whether i can maintain any of my faggoty relationships whilst being primarily apathetic.
November:
I tainted an entire classic poem.
December:
[none]
That's it. 2010. Two blank months. Forty-six entries all year. Facebook / Twitter / Tumblr killed the Livejournal star. Maybe I should be more literary / less judicious in this realm. Maybe I should just stop it.
Oooooh haha. Hahaha. Ha. Now I see the new "Repost" options for Facebook and Twitter. Poor Livejournal. I'll miss you.