So because I dropped it off I'm picking up the thread in a random place. I'm not very good at picking up threads. This whole thought of writing is paining my wrist but I feel it's important. I am filled with a deep longing for someone who loves me to be here. I would like her to be here right now so I can kiss her and touch her and give her a ( Read more... )

Just because you're being critical of your government or of your society doesn't mean that it's negative at all.

-Ani DiFranco

Happy Stream-of-Consciousness Day. While I'm aware you think this is *every* day, this is just a day I feel like I need to indulge in it, because I'm feeling as though I need a very big hug from a very small person (Jess...hee ( Read more... )

Wonderwall - Oasis ( Read more... )

I'm at war with Devin. A good natured, friendly war, mind you, but she's about to break out the Vaseline. I'm soooooo scared. Actually...

Sometimes it's fun just to take up arms and run in a random direction. I do it sometimes. You should too.

Artistical...

Bohemian...

Liberal...

Or maybe just made-up...

I saw her today. We played Mario Party 4 on her Gamecube. :-P So what if we're losers?

And she gave me a little present, and the card she made me is beautiful. It goes like this:

It's been proven that even lazy snowy please-no-school Mondays can be warm secret perfect Mondays snowflaking across miles of pavement and cities of millions like ( Read more... )

Festival was...uum...kickass. Yeah. Kickass ( Read more... )

I would like to sing very softly to her, the song of my chapped hands doing the work of a warrior. I would like to sing her a song...like I hear in a dream...about shadows on water. But I cannot, I will not. There will be no singing. There will be no music. Only...silence...

When I read things like that, I wonder. When I read things like that I take stock of my hurt, and other people's, and realize how powerless I am.