well i got hit on by another ex-con today.  he told me he took home a 23 year old last night and he liked to keep things "friends with benefits ( Read more... )

 i talked to dave curcio  for a long time yesterday.  i made him laugh a lot, which made me feel really accomplished because he's been going through such a hard time ever since his fiancee died ( Read more... )

i met an ex-con on cinquo de mayo.  ex cons and drug dealers really, really like me. it's bizarre ( Read more... )

 sometimes i wonder what he is thinking ( Read more... )

hannah has convinced me to start this mess up again.  i haven't read in this journal in so many years, it was a little frightening to go back and read through all these entries.  a lot of things in here i'd forgotten.  it made me realize how much i've changed as a person...how much more passionate i am now and how much more willing to be hurt than ( Read more... )

i've been trying to cut out all of the bullshit in my life lately. most definitely not the easiest task in the world. everything is different. the way i look at things, the way the world is. i wonder what would happen if suddenly we lost the ability to look at people. if things like gender and fashion and image were completely gone, if we were all ( Read more... )

leanna cut all her hair off with a pair of kitchen shears. her boyfriend dumped her on new years eve, at eight o'clock, after she had spent all day cooking for his party, a party at HIS house, with HIS friends, and she was alone. heartbroken, angry, savage, and most of all- leanna. grrrr. i lent her a book (is this how i solve problems ( Read more... )

why kenneth... why, did you do it ( Read more... )

my beautiful julie t.,
i love you so much! i'm so so sorry. is there anything i can do? that question seems so empty. i dont know if you feel like company or not but i'd love to visit you this weekend. i miss you. my thoughts and heart are with you.

i love the fall. i've befriended an ex-bank robber. i cut off all my hair. and the finale of wade avenue wednesdays was this past week. we got on tv! we were on monkey time. johan, in his broken english, had lifted up the sleeve of his shirt and flexed his bicep where he had written in black permanent marker "honk me horn"....birgit who is this ( Read more... )