ugh. Ryan, what is wrong with you? Sheila is a crazed twat, James is fantastic. The whole thing is just ridiculous.

I'm feeling so spot off, always trying to hard or not hard enough.

once upon a time it was saturday. this girl, we will call her "Bones", forgot to have supper because she was too busy with beer. then she went out and drank more beer. and jag shots. and etc and even etc. then she went upstairs to go to bed, but instead sat on the floor by her bedroom door and passed out for a minute. she awoke with the strong ( Read more... )

i spend summer remembering it's all just fine, and you are not even sad and why the hell don't you like september when you love the fall and how can you hate birthday when you love attention and don't even mind getting older anyway fool, just go buy some looseleaf and play pretend september's the best cause it is and get over it. but a couple days ( Read more... )

dear diary,
you are unresponsive. someone made a zombie noise at me, but i was not impressed. i think it is time for me to learn to cook, and i want to learn to not eat wheat. cause it seems like a fine idea. i do alot of wanting and very little anything about it. i think beer is in order for today. good starts. ding.

i want new clothings, and hairdos, and paints and pens, and a place thats just for painting, and to clean our carpets well, and to paint paint the downstairs walls. and the hall and bathroom up up. i want a coral hallway down. and to be tall. and i want new boots that are just exactly the ones i already have, but not breaking. and fresh fine ( Read more... )

my hair is getting long. but my nails and memory are not. and neither are my shifts at work, but thats ok cause soon twill indeed be summah, and who wants to not be sitting in the grass in the sun. b'y geezis. diggin threw papers and i found a story that i wrote when i was in grade two. it was about a boy that i had a crush on, because he was short ( Read more... )

i just read alot of this fool old thing, and there real was a while where i would have had a good time with me, a kick i got from me, its true, sometimes i do think im tops. and then this sulky old crap hypocrity joke of a years worth of mouth shit, or hand shit since its types not voice, and i said to myself i said, miss brown thats a fool, you ( Read more... )

my paintings are going to one world for a couple weeks starting on sunday. this woulda been alot better if i wasnt so bad at calenders,cause i got everything mixed. husband and knife was gonna play a very sad set to go along with it but theres no time to do that on sunday, and cant do it saturday. so its just getting stuk up with no nice sad songs ( Read more... )

i like visits. i like seeing people i miss. thats just some facts. id like bigger hair. and to walk without being careful