This is a zygote of an entry I will work on later ( Read more... )

I am what I will become when I choose to do so ( Read more... )

Recently, my friends have all gone a little odd on me. I am seeing a girl who has a kid, so now some of my friends seem to be treating me as if I have a kid, and are passing judgement on me because this girl happens to have a baby. I don't understand how her baby affects me, the kid is cute and I love playing with him but other than that, I barely ( Read more... )

So time for a more superficial entry just to update my life and place my thoughts down. I feel really bad for some of my Rochester friends because whenever I come in I accidentally make plans with a bunch of them and I end up having to blow some plans off. I was looking forward to seeing one friend in particular who I feel I have unwittingly ( Read more... )

Last night during my inexplicable vow of silence I wrote little love poems to all the girls I was hanging out with ( Read more... )

I just fucking love that when my life turns to shit, more shit decides to pile up and leave me feeling absolutely miserable. I am not doing well in school and today I am going to miss all of my classes because I just feel like shit and don't want to deal with anything. If my roommate says anything to me I swear to god I will fucking drop that ( Read more... )

So popular on facebook right now is that list of 25 facts. I decided to do one but to post it here because I want to reveal some secrets to the world but I don't want everyone to know. This is therapeutic for me so I would prefer if you don't pass judgement or spread the word. I know only a few people read this so I figured I could share with you ( Read more... )

He has his back up against the wall sipping enthusiastically on a can of beer watching his friends play drinking games on the table in front of him. Groups on either side of him are busy and deep into conversation, relating stories and just discussing where their lives are. A ping pong ball flies towards him but bounces off of his kneecap and rolls ( Read more... )

His feet seemed small but stretched out across endless blocks of concrete as he determinedly trudged through the winter night into uncertainty. The sidewalk was broken, raised, uneven and old, the snow that lay packed by dozens of previous walkers and dreamers did not aid in the ease of his steps. After many miles of changing backgrounds mixed the ( Read more... )

I really like sharing what I write, and this one of the best ways to do so. On that note I guess I am back on livejournal. Here are some pieces I wrote tonight to finish the story of a piece I wrote many months ago ( Read more... )