This journal is closed. I feel I can get no more from it. I feel I've outgrown it.

This isn't some New Year's resolution. I just finally got the guts to let go.

I'm letting go of it all. No more Livejournal.

I wont delete it. That seems too cliché.

So I'm a masochist, too.

"Once upon a time on Tralfamadore there were creatures who weren't anything like machines. They weren't dependable. They weren't efficient. They weren't predictable. They weren't durable. And these poor creatures were obsessed by the idea that everything that existed had to have a purpose, and that some purposes were higher than others ( Read more... )

“We were not built to be happy but to reproduce.”

There is love. Your love is not real.

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Both sides of my family insist I'm tall. I told them all I'm only 5' 3''. They insisted I'm taller; I must have grown.

Do we really need further proof that my entire family is out of their minds?

( Note to Sal )

( For Sal )

Tell me what you think. Should I turn this in for Mr. B or toss it and start from scratch?

( Obituary )

What does it mean when you have a dream about an old fashioned car using giant potatos for fuel?