I'm moving.

So here is the deal:

• I am not making the name of my new journal public
• If you want to know what it is, you can email me: mistress_k@livejournal.com or AIM: oasi SECS tacy, I will leave my privacy off for now
• Some of you I will be adding right off the bat, some tomorrow, depending on how lazy I am

I think that is about it. I am sad ( Read more... )

Hi. I am removing people from my list, because apparently some of you cannot be trusted ( Read more... )

Yeah, so I am too lazy to delete, and too attached to my writing from my non-depressed era. And besides, if I deleted now, I wouldn't be able to show off that story I mentioned a long time back but never put up because I hadn't received a grade yet, but will tonight! Plus I have another paper due, that I need to start writing, after I finish ( Read more... )

She wasn't there. Hasn't been for awhile now. No one was there. Maybe another time?
But you can't hear through choking sobs.

And why the hell could I not have been approached in a way that did not put me in immediate defensive mode?

I think I am going to delete myself. But I'll think about it first. Meh.

So there is still shit in the basement ( Read more... )

Less than 30 minutes ago, the sewer began backing up into the house.


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Yo, for those of you who were expecting a call, I can't call. If you all call me, I can get them, but I can't call ( Read more... )

Wow, so I guess Ambien makes me schizophrenic. That was definately an interesting twenty minutes before slumber. I can see that I did wonders to make an excellent post in display of my newfound retardedness ( Read more... )

I was going to show you my new glasses. But I took my first dose of Ambien and now, what the fuck is this, but I have just even make the pages move and swirl into another color and my desk was being moved aroung, but I am not on X or Schrooms, and no sir you cannot have your tea. But the music will never stop, and when I am through, the ( Read more... )

I hate thinking about it. I almost let it out the other night, but I didn't. I always stop. I always hold it in another day. Two nights ago I almost ripped myself to shreds (mentally, not physically) and wondered what would happen if the next day I went to the HRC and demanded to see BJ and told her everything. But then I woke up the next ( Read more... )