God I've got so much to update on I don't know how to begin. But I'm back.

There's no one no one left to hide or wait from
I miss your love-filled eyes.
I dont remember morning taking so long.
I could never feel the seasons change.
-favourite sons

Well, this whole situation has offered me many, many opportunities to eat out, therefore, eat bleeding, lucious, rare iowa beef ( Read more... )

We trade tit for tat, yeah that for this ( Read more... )

Checka me out, suckas ( Read more... )

Debating whether or not keeping an actual list of things that when I think about, make me puke is good or bad. On one hand, I am a list person, and perhaps if I wrote these things down on a list, they would be stored away for me ( Read more... )

feeling sheepish about last post, but too pleased with feedback to delete it.
Today I am cooking Zuppa Toscana.
Yes, am past the getting comatose and listening to Sleater-Kinney window.
After that, kids, it's home free.
I am writing a little essay in my head about flowers.

Today I use the blog/livejournal phenomenon for its true purpose in what a hope is a refreshingly direct way:
to publicly cry for help.
Honestly, no shady, elusive things that I will hope will make people worry about me without just insisting.
Worry about me.
Cry for help.

Whitney, I'm talking to you. I don't know why.

Livejournal!

splitzville
quitsville
you wanna go to splitzville
i got a full tank, let’s ride
and my, my, my, my, my, my, my

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Here's some profundity for you. Brown says this shit better than I ever could.

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