I came to record an aim conversation with a guy I am going on a date with and check my friends page to find everyone is still diligently writing in their journals. Wow. When did I stop wanting to tell people things?

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I have absolutely no skill with people. You know this. I urge you not to mark me as a mentally diseased 'other' and still love me regardless. But sometimes, especially today, once someone has gotten under my skin, like a delicate slip of a shucking knife between the shells of an oyster and then I am left totally ruined for at least a day. Not a ( Read more... )

Here is my side of the wedding guest list ( Read more... )

I passed a man in the bus today with small, circular eyes held wide open along with his mouth, frozen in his shock, who did smell. And then someone four rows back with tattoos on his neck had cheese pagliacci pizza loaded with parmesean cheese which is my least favorite smell in the world ( Read more... )

I don't mean to post bullshit but RE: our endless discussions of the horrors and wonders of "cosplay," I've discovered it's 8 times to better to actually see them talk. New required viewing for everyone in my life///

Dammit rachel left today. Now who will sleep in my bed without going for my junk? Had breakfast with her parents and her dad's wife. Her mom is really cool. Her Dad is a bit gruff for my tastes. I couldn't play to both, and so I chose the Mom, which I think is a safe bet always, to play to the Mom. Now she's off to Coumbia. Gradschool. Kind of ( Read more... )

I am out of practice, but I must write. I feel myself succumbing to uninteresting distractions all the time, and my mind is not as clear. I feel like I fell out of the habit of writing as my life started to take on a less introspective bent. I didn't NEED the journal to analyze all my thoughts and such, I had, much more, a sense of going forward, ( Read more... )

There is something magical going on outside my window, one story down. At first I smelled pot, but now, I smell warm toast with peanut butter! Like in the cartoons, with the trail of scent smoke that makes a long convoluted path from one place to another, and then ends in a little smokefinger that tickles you under your nose, just through this ( Read more... )

This guy I went on a date with once half a year ago (and lied about his age) just "accidentally" sent me this picture of his penis on my phone. And he's all like "Ooops sorry that wasn't meant for you please delete it!!1!" ARE YOU KIDDING ( Read more... )