"I make a great friend, but a terrible boyfriend ( Read more... )

i hate the internet with the passion of a thousand burning suns ( Read more... )

so today i ate:
-4 starburst
-1 trick-or-treat size bag of skittles
-1 pack of ramen noodles

and that's it.
:)

so, i've discovered a new diet. it's the one where you have no money to buy food and therefore don't eat anything. i would have been on this diet longer, except that alex is usually around ( Read more... )

Excerpt from American Girls

April 2007

That winter, I was ready to run. She was always trying to hold me back, hold me down, hold me still.

“Come lay with me,” she’d say, her eyes pleading. I would, but only until she fell asleep. The second I heard her breathing slow, I’d get up.

“Where are you going” she’d ask, mostly ( Read more... )

Excerpt from Untitled, April 12, 2007
Author's Notes: This story was started about two years ago and I still haven't finished it (are you surprised?). I wrote this today, and I think it's going to end up somewhere in the story. Eventually. Hopefully.
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    I tip my chair back, prop my feet against the desk and light another cigarette. Aaron steals my ( Read more... )

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I’m “heaven sent,”
don't you dare forget.
I am “all you've ever wanted,
what all the other girls all promised.”
Sorry I told. I just needed you to know.
She thinks in decimals and dollars.
She is the cause to all your problems,
shelter from cold. We were never alone.
Coordinate brain and mouth.
Then ask me what it's like to have
myself so figured ( Read more... )

Permanent December

March 5, 2007

Walking in the road

This city is in a state of permanent December.

It’s March and it’s sunny but I’m freezing.

And I know

That in a month the sun will be brighter

And the breeze will be warmer.

But right know I think

I really do think

That maybe I should just keep walking;

Past the bars and the houses ( Read more... )

"Vonnegut"
2003 (about)
Author's Notes: I found this on an old website and forgot how much I liked it. Enjoy.
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    I still remember the first time I saw her. Her long, wavy black hair brushing her waist. The silver rings she wore on every finger. I especially remember her hands.
   She came in every day, dropped her book in the slot, and went ( Read more... )