Please, please, please,
Oh,  please.
Please let this pass.

When there is no reason
no rhyme and no logic,
when life blurs by (there life goes)
and every blink hurts.

What I wouldnt give
(what wouldnt I give?)
just for a really, very good
reason.

there was this thing ( Read more... )

as much as i love moving into a new place: the excitement, the wonder, the thought that this new place might just be the one!,

this much i hate moving out of an old apartment or house: it's as leaving a hotel room after an extended stay. Some of this is not mine, some of this i cannot take with me, but i still loved it while i was here.

i have a ( Read more... )

i have been staring at my current painting for six hours, and have done nothing but apply a slight wash of pale orange to a small bit of it.

"This morning I took out a comma and this afternoon I put it back again." - Oscar Wilde

what a blast from the past. i'd love to write about it, but my head is full of words i've already written. i should scan some of the pages and send them to the pertinant people.

i wish i could go back in time for a while. just to re-experience the happiness.

the ood look like giant vagina face

this week: dr. who marathon.
next week: start moving into my new house.
week after that: finish all paintings
week after that: finish moving. rejoice.

george carlin died at the same damned time my grampa did.

my grampa was secretly george carlin? what?

i have tried ( Read more... )

i think i've figured out my problem. i'm really really really fucking unhappy in a vague 'no real reason' kind of way. luckily, whenever i figure that out, it pisses me off enough to get off my lazy ass and do something.

i also kind of want to drop kick my computer out my third-story window.