( make with the cut )

So I'm actually INKING a picture wich makes me v. HAPPY ( Read more... )

Cried too much. Made an ass of myself. What else is new.

It's my own fault for laying around feeling sorry for myself.

fuckit.

Hits me hard and knocks the breath out of me.
Change always fucks me up more than anything else.

I'm procrastinating ( Read more... )

I'm on Cara's computer updating ( Read more... )

( Dear Diary... )

So nobody has really wanted to talk to me today except Cara and Emmett called to tell me about some video on myspace. Tadlock won't text and Beau was uber short when I called but HEY. Whatev ( Read more... )

I tried to sleep.

I listen to my walkman while I sleep, and while browsing through my cd case, I came upon HIMs 'Deep Shadows and Briliant Highlights'

so I'm like "hmmm...its been fucking forever, lets see if I can dig it again."

I saw Jeff tonight while I was at Waffle House, and listening to this cd brought up so many memories.

I'm choked...

Today was a day to look back on terrible worldly desicions and look forward to the impending doom of the human race.

And watching Foster's marathon.
and lots of McDonalds.
and shopping.
and washing towels.
and stuff.

Cara just called, she's coming to swim, Schyler and Beau in tow.
hurrah!

EDIT.9:40pm:Well ( Read more... )

And at Waffle House...I pour out my tiney little soul and get nothing.

I would give anything.

ANYTHING.

To have things back the way they were...but obviously...

I'm full of wasted emotion.

I'm drinking some tequila and coke. I feel it in my stomach. I hope I throw up heavily. And cry. You have no idea how bad I want to fucking cry.