Ira VA decided to keep a journal of getting back on my feet again. It’s going to be a tough rode. I’m so caught in the past right now. It’s like the whole May Gun debacle all over again. It’s the first time since that whole shitstorm that my mind has been so intensely focused on a small period of time so deppressingly ( Read more... )

All of my good friends are in good relationships, and I'm starting to feel a little left out. I thing it's about time that something rolled my way ( Read more... )

I got accepted and then unaccepted and then accepted to the cooper union school of art. Free school, doll! So it looks I will be moving to new york this fall ( Read more... )

You begin to think it has something to do with your appearance. Your mannerisms. Should I put my hand on my hip or is that kind of intimidating? Should I hold the thumbs up hand far away from my body, confident and demanding, or should I keep it close by my side, a statement: I am weak. I am not going to hurt you ( Read more... )

I think it's high time I made myself some livejournal friends.

Dear Potential Live Journal Friends: I am ripe and sometimes funny.

For Example:
Person A: Ha! Fool! It has been me all along! How dare you say such hurtful things about me.

Me:Ha ha! And it is I, Warlock Shirkof! Extraordinare. Impersonator of Spaz ( Read more... )

I'm working on working. Eventually I may actually be doing something productive, but right now, I'm just psyching my self out. I whisper to myself encouraging words. Productivity. Efficiency. Profitability. Enamor-ability. Sufficiency. Somethingiency. Yadability ( Read more... )

Testing

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