it.

it's getting colder. and it makes me think of summer. not that i want it to be summer again. i can't even say that i was happy. the end was bittersweet. i loved to see it coming together again, but hated to see it leave. "i wish you could put your ear up to my heart to hear how much i love you." i couldn't say it better, and there's no other way to ( Read more... )

It started as a joke. So why does this happen? I’ve been here more times than I can count on both hands. Every time, I find myself pushing it all aside to keep everything less complicated. I’ll pretend that reason is distance, but that’s just being naïve. There’s so much more I want to say but can’t. So fuck it.

i'm really happy ( Read more... )

I'm sick. It's November 3, 2004. George W. Bush just won the presidential election. again. Democrats are pissed off. I feel like shit. I'd like some soup. Soup would be great right now. I think I have to go back to my room and call up Mike and Sean to see about going to Kate and Willy's. I also have to call Deniz about fixing my system. That ( Read more... )

so sick so sick of being tired
and oh so tired of being sick

dying is cool.

the knicks are on.
i'm happy.
jamal and stephon are fucking superstars.

i just ate soup.

time for the second half and bed.

bye.
oh, when i get to it, i'll put up what i wrote in my notebook in class today.

nigga, what the fuck is chumma?

i want some ham...it's pink.

sooo, i'm excited about tonight a little bit ( Read more... )

i need a job ( Read more... )

rene descartes just got owned like a nigger in 18th century virginia