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Ghost Stories
God damn him for being 20. Seriously. Sometimes it can be so easy to forget, but, in the end it can’t be ignored. And god damn you Dan Savage for pointing out that I know of no one who is with the person they dated when they were not yet able to drink in bars. Thanks for engorging my sense of impending doom. Seriously. Feeling so doomed... * ( Read more... ) -
Let me tell you about a girl I know that comes alive when you take off her clothes.
How can it be that I haven’t updated since the end of September? And here it is, the end of November... Life is so different now than it’s ever been before. I’m not even exactly sure why I don’t update frequently anymore. It’s certainly not for lack of things to say.
Where do I even start...?
How about here.
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The Pursuit of Happiness
I had a moment the other day. In my inbox was an email from PLU inviting me to a homecoming reunion for the School of Arts & Communication, to come reconnect and network with my professors, classmates, and other past and future graduates from our program ( Read more... ) -
If You Got The Money, Honey, We Got Your Disease
I’m in a bad fucking mood ( Read more... ) -
Put your heart where your mouth is.
Sometimes I feel like my blogs are so repetitious, whether I’m repeating myself from a week ago, six months ago, a year or more ago, I feel like I’m always coming to the same conclusions, making the same mistakes, trying the same strategies.
Insanity.
* * *I was angry. At him? Yes. I couldn’t help it. He didn’t do anything except want me, too ( Read more... ) -
Premonition
You infiltrated
my dreams just like an obscene
message carried on the wind,
and it feeds
my need to still own a part of you,
even as that
subconscious reflection of the best of you
guides me to
those long awaited papers;
divorce by default in my mailbox. -
If It Comes Back To You
Sometimes knowing yourself, your needs, your wants, your patterns, your faults, in all honesty, fucking sucks ( Read more... ) -
Loose Lips Sink Ships
The danger in working out in a deserted apartment complex fitness center is that it allows you the sick luxury of sobbing and roaring through your caffeine and creatine fueled lifting binge. *shrug* I cry when I get frustrated. Really, truly, frustrated. I can't help it ( Read more... ) -
Junk
When I open my eyes the clouds above me are dark, ominous, rolling. The air is so dry and I know that I am wet. And wrong. Something is very, very wrong. The breeze is warm and I am suddenly aware of the stench, the sick feeling in my empty stomach. I can see the skeletons of Mustangs, Impalas, Pintos, sandblasted and stripped, stacked high in ( Read more... ) -
Words Are Meaningless, And Forgettable
Really. Because these last couple days are just perfect for having some of the worst cramps of my life a full two weeks early. I’m in serious pain. This day was supposed to be so very, very different from what it actually is ( Read more... )
