Touring's lonely ( Read more... )

I'll be leaving later today to officially begin the tour that starts this month. I need to get out, away from the crushing four walls of this house, before they steal all the energy I have left ( Read more... )

Picking at emotional scabs.

Pick, pick, pick, pick.

I know I'm a moody bitch. It's the cross I've had to bear since I was old enough to start bleeding once a month. Being called a moody bitch because I don't want to leave the house for a while isn't something I revel in. As a matter of fact, it provokes more moodiness, and the throwing of the ( Read more... )

I like my bed when it's empty. Sleeping alone has begun to agree with me, at long last. It took forever. I felt like a man stranded on an island of ice, rolling around, at sea in such a huge, empty space. Everywhere I turned, the sheets were cold ( Read more... )

So very many people have been wondering how to get ahold of me. Well, I've taken care of that. I can be reached at jaggedmorissette. Please, come bother me as much as you like. I can always use new friends ( Read more... )

[Hi. You may be under the assumption that this journal belongs to the real Alanis. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I am not. I'm just a big fan of hers, participating in an online game. Click the link for an explanation of what I mean. Have a nice day, though!]