Aha! I have decided to return to livejournal, and will do so at a new location. And when I friend you, you will find out, and be joyous with the rapture ( Read more... )

This is the only crap I have written in about a YEAR. Commence weeping with me. (I don't remember how to do CUT TAGS ( Read more... )

Indecision. INDECISION.

Livejournal is a Balrog I want to have babies with. What is this new devilry?

My heart is rent! And I don't have much un-blackened heart to spare.

I am thinking of returning to Livejournal. As the Pixies say, "Where is my mind?"

OH MY GOD.

And for those who care, if you would like to keep me friended so I can still partake, that would be fantastic.

I adore some of you. This is my no-fuss goodbye from livejournal! Be good. I will be at pedx. If you love something, let it go, right?

My people are leaving these shores.

I dreamt about having a crappy boyfriend who wouldn't save me from a certain death. Then some boys beat up another boy, and kicked him in the head until his skull caved in, and when the blood began to pour they were shocked, like, how did this happen? That's what happens when you kick someone in the head, dream-boys ( Read more... )

I Fell Into A Singularity And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt

I need to write Margaret a letter. I am back-logged. I haven't written a poem in a year. A year.

You are not the pile of books you haven't read.

I have disappointed some people, I know, and half the time it was my fault, but the other half? No. It was not. It was them. It was you, not me.

My problem is this bra.

I think to myself, "I don't really know my heart,"
as you whisper, "Me too."

The Tragically Hip - Silver Jet