Tonight I feel ready to take on... something. The world. maybe. Or some part of it ( Read more... )

I like having things in my mouth, it's a comfort thing I guess allthough I never sucked my thumb as a child. I didn't start sucking my thumb until junior high, and then I didn't think of it as sucking my thumb, it was just like... I dunno, having something in my mouth. Like chewing gum or giving head. Anyways, just thought I'd mention it, don't ( Read more... )

Tomorow I'm going to be 17. Which means a great deal to me, laugh if you like.

The zine is out. It looks rad. Rich was so excited to get a copy. His happiness made something good of the day. If only Carlie had been working when I dropped of copies for Ian. Of course I would think that. That's so typical. I was hanging out with Amber and her friend Emma the other day and Emma has a silly girly crush on Jeremy. It's very cute ( Read more... )

I'm sorry I'm mean to you sometimes and hit you. If you had 'em, I'd be pulling your pigtails. You know that. I'm so fucking juvenille.

I want to know something amazing and have no one to tell ( Read more... )

Laying on the wet tiles in the gym showers. The last time I was in here was the first day of Novemeber, Tuesday, after Halloween. Slept on the couch at Kayla's after the show and hitched into town for school in the morning. Had to shower off the beer & sweat, my shower was cold, shared with Jess. This time I'm here because I'm bleeding. My ovaries ( Read more... )

My name is Fingar or Hashitara, or Markus. I got my first tattoo when I was fifteen from an older girl named Djarnat or Gena or Reihna at the high school. Apparently she's a stripper now, back then she was just cool. She wore too big basketball jerseys and had tattoo's on her arms. We never talked except to bum cigarettes from eachother. Until one ( Read more... )

My name is Patar or Zahaar or Clementine. I live in the city, an old building, fourth floor, no elevator - just stairs, windows over market street. I have freckles and skateboard bruises. And a dog, yeah, a big dog. Gogol. he drools. I study languages at the college and write slavic poetry on garbage bins with green and blue paint markers. I'm ( Read more... )

SO MANY BLISTERS ON MY FEET ( Read more... )