i am twenty five today

oh, god

my christmas wish is for the ability to finally fucking cry about this. one night, to actually feel more than the slight bubble of tears, to actually let more than a stray one here and there woosh down my face. one night, to fucking sob until my nose is completely clogged with snot. except not tonight, as i have to work in the morning ( Read more... )

there's this spider hanging from the ceiling by his usually translucent filaments, which are now luminous in the rays of the tv and haze of cigarette smoke that fills the room and settles at face level the smoke that i fear is getting into my skin and aging the only part of me that still feels young he is entertaining me with his free fall and i ( Read more... )

i am okay ( Read more... )

i love charo.

do you think jim morrison was a poet or a drunk?

i'm engaged

everything here just comes off like i'm trying too hard.

ask me how to set off your own fire alarm simply using rice.

happy birthday to shojikawamori and priapism.

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*edit 6/19/03: this is friends only, because i'm super paranoid. if you for some reason really desire to read this, then by all means, please inform me.

four cups of coffee full ashtray, and two tables away he's sitting there just watching me burn.

he asked what are you studying?
i said sociology.
why are you doing a thing like that?
i'm not sure.
college?
yeah.
i never went. it ain't for me. what are you gonna be?
at this rate, i don't know.
me, i'm just a drummer.just a drummer doesn't sound ( Read more... )