Rachray: hahah, ok, now you're getting slightly lame
Astrid sans Ray: i've always been slightly lame, dear :o)
Rachray: and that's why i lover you

If your eyes are itchy, take your contacts out ( Read more... )

"I think that if I get into the habit of writing a bit about what happens, or rather doesn't happen, I may lose a little of the sense of loneliness and desolation which abides with me. My circumstances allowing of nothing but the ejaculation of one-syllabled reflections, a written monologue by that most interesting being, myself, may have its yet ( Read more... )

I told myself that my next entry, this entry, would be completely lacking in ambiguity. Well, one person requested it to be as such. For the record, I never mean to be ambiguous or cryptic, and I certainly have never meant to alienate... I just write in my journal in ways that I understand. It all makes sense to me, obviously. But I owe whoever ( Read more... )

I'm going for a walk.

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew me...

ME.

***

Now we settle in, soft as doeskin, warm as hands between thighs, to wait for the morning dew. For the new. New friends, new lovers, new life.

( The High Anxiety Alphabet )

Astrid sans Ray: let
Astrid sans Ray: us
Astrid sans Ray: totally drop out
CybaChuck: and just watch movies, eat bad food, and screw until the end of time
Astrid sans Ray: sounds perfect
Astrid sans Ray: and go exploring
CybaChuck: yes
CybaChuck: like montana
CybaChuck: and southern europe
CybaChuck: and thailand
CybaChuck: and ummm ( Read more... )

Walking back from Chuck's I steered a right into Associated to buy something, anything. Didn't know what I felt like. Peered at the pre-packaged fruit salads, the leafy salads. Approached the register with a bag of baby carrots and two single-serving cartons of yogurt to start off my week. I was fine until the girl behind me, my age, put an equally ( Read more... )

I'm supposed to be at work in fifteen minutes, dressed and groomed and physically present on the third floor of 411 Lafayette. The likelihood of this happening is slim. The problem being this: I am already stressed about the semester and I'm only a week in. I feel like I don't know how to be a student (and/or human being) anymore. I do not know how ( Read more... )