I feel bad cause I haven't written or worked on anything that I have written, it was an understanding between mimi and I that I wansn't going to be in this s.t.ex. But I dont' think she feels bad about it....but I feel like writting and I want to write and finish these zines..they are done but now i just have to fix em up and make them....why... ( Read more... )

I used to like the internet, going on the board, chatting, movie facts, music facts, livejournal..cause my lj name is like four years old...but now it seems so stail, so useless, I get bored in a matter of minutes and if I want to go to a site that has some usefull facts on todays current wrongs in the world I get scared that it might not be true ( Read more... )

Other ljs annoy the fuck out of me sometimes. I can't stand it. It just..just uhhh erks me in a way, I roll my eyes, I scoff, I curse but I keep on reading cause I'm bored as fuck half of the time I'm on here. But seriously really really annoys me.

I almost broke my one year + of non smoking last night. I picked up Marc and asked him if he had any..he didn't. So I begged him to buy a pack...he didn't. We sat in the smoking section wich we always do when it's just us two and I was in heaven the smell of roses was replaced by cigarettes and hazy cig. smoke had replaced the nice soft clouds ( Read more... )

It takes alot to walk back in from that ugly display this evening. It takes alot to look me in the eye. You either have no shame or just realized how wrong you are. I threw out my feelings when you walked out that door leaving me here to think by myself and feeling the tears run down my face just mad me even more mad at the world you put me in ( Read more... )

SHOW ME!! Show me what you want me to see, tell me how you want me to be! Stop the crying, the drowing and just tell me what you said. Sing to me one more time and I'll swear it'll be the last time I ask. Sing untill your heart burst, till your chest collaspe, and just come back to me.

Do poets ever die, like REALLY die. And I'm not even talking about great poets either or amazing authors just regular poets, their poems going unread or half read or thrown under a bed. When they pass does their work stay alive? A mother's love letters, an uncle's rant, do they ever really get read again, were they ever liked, why write, why ( Read more... )

The Vagina Monologues is this Saturday. For tickets you can email me at mrgoodbar1984@yahoo.com or give me a call, show your support to the Vagina and go it's at cin el rey at 7pm. All this V.M. shit makes me want to have a vagina.

I feel like my breath was stolen from me, taken away and hasn't returned. I wish things wouldn't be this way or turned out this way, but as things turn out how they turn out there's no going back. I feel like my breath has been taken from me, without warning, without asking, and they show no signs of returning it. As my mind races to find the ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel like I'm being watched, like I can't say or do anything.