I’m in this very odd mood where I go from thinking about the end of the show Derry Girls with the song “Dreams” playing in the background of childhood innocence about to be lost and also 8 Mile’s final rap battle and how good Eminem sounds.

It’s now 4:21

my brother has a poor taste in music. In LJ, I can be judgmental and this seems to be the fact ( Read more... )

the most visiually accurate depiction of rage is the scene in “The Shining” when the elevator opens to so much blood. It’s quiet, it comes on slowly, it’s unfathomable, and really fucking messy ( Read more... )

When she says “I love when you fuck me” and then “wake me up before work and we’ll fuck” and it’s like holy shit. I Love Morgan and she’s exciting. I also love fucking her. Especially in the shower ( Read more... )

The cashier at Sugarhouse Coffee handed me the receipt and said ‘do you know how things work here?’
‘Yes...?’ I responded inquisitively.
He smiled and said ‘so after you sign the receipt, you have to have a great day!’.
I responded with ‘do I not look like I am?’ since I thought I was.
He laughed it off.
I’m at the bus stop listening to Roy

Is when Morgan played my queue from last night and it was ps you rock my world by eels and she does rock my world and I’m in my room about to nap and it’s all so serene.

M is a completely wonderful human being. She helps me be joyus and feel wonderful in the best, deepest of ways.

No snark today, LJ.

Thursday, March the twenty third was one of the best days of my entire life. I say that without any irony or weird self congratulations ( Read more... )

The entire thing with the mirror really just began as soon as it was over but then again it was never truly about the mirror and looking back or any true metaphysics of the shebang but still a reflection. Onto what would actually be more interesting that the mirror business that kind escalated to something else entirely. Suffice to say, it didn't ( Read more... )

Dear Lj,

I know absolutely nothing ever.