The strangest feeling you'll ever have is standing outside the emergency room with a close childhood friend, hearing him describe how his brother (and, in that sense of togetherness, your brother)is moments away from death ( Read more... )

I read his blog and it really scared me. Very badly. I want him home.

I pretend to be confident. Sometimes I really think I am. But one little snippy comment from a meritless, jealous, drunk and I go into a frenzied self-criticism. As if any of us, with all of our oh-so-obvious flaws, could really throw that first stone ( Read more... )

I get sad sometimes. I don't know why. I just do. And I am right now. Very, very, very sad.

Please. Please. Pleeeeeease. Please? PLEASE ( Read more... )

...I don't know. I can't say adventure, as he provides enough adventure for, well, the both of us. But it will be a visit back to a slightly wilder time ( Read more... )

...was an adventure.

I am actually going to see the ex-girlfriend, IN THE FLESH, this Friday. I'm intrigued. This chick is reaching fuckin' mythical status, she's a legend, goddammit!

So, being the fuckin' girl that I am, I must look good. Gooooood. As in, "Hey everybody! Come see how gooood I look!"

Ha ha, oh girls.

I read his ex-girlfriend's blogs. All of them ( Read more... )

Now I think I'm making up my headaches, willing them into existence. But more likely it's a cocktail of dehydration, too much caffiene (and the consequential withdrawal from said drug now that I've eased off), odd sleeping hours, recent stress and the introduction of birth control (ie: more hormones) into my system ( Read more... )