not sure what to write right now. But I wanted to update this since it has been a long long time.

I want to leave you with this sentiment:

Life Goes on... and will continue long after me. It is enough just to look around and know your not alone. EVER. Someday you will be loved.

At times like this, it helps to think of yourself as a sofa or a newspaper, something made by a lot of other people but not made to last forever. It helps to know you're not any more responsible for how you look than a car is. You're a product just as much. A product of a product. The people who design a cars, they're products. You teachers, ( Read more... )

Capricorn Horoscope for week of April 26, 2007 ( Read more... )

I could write about a million and one horrible exciting forbidden glamorous fucked up things that have all happened to me in the last few months... and oddly enough the only one I really ant to write about is one thing....

I hope someday I am fortunate enough to meet someone who can make me laugh again.

Here is to smiles, and vibraphones.

one day It just came out. Why I put up these walls and shut people out and find every flaw. I don't think I will survive one more heartbreak. I don't think I would ever come back. Now I know it is true. I do not even feel human anymore. I just want to hurt people, because hate is the closst thing I have left to an orgasm... and I hate everything.

I frickin love my new job, the connections i am making and the people I work with are sure to take me to the top tiers of pleasure, style and grace. I fuckin love my life.

PS. i was so high earlier, at dinner i said semen instead of cedar plank salmon.

life feels really good lately, almost too good... but just right. contentment.
I am getting more distinguished with age.

the scene: work, downtown austin... 6th and congress, perfect day in an all glass building ( Read more... )

And the lovers that you sent for me
Didnt come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you

What it means to be a Very Bad Robot. It's simple... it's like going to that party, at the end of highschool... you know? The last bash, where everyone is euphoricaly out of control and the drunk chick takes a dive into the swimming pool and almost drowns.... you are positive everyone will talk about this party next fall and the freshmen will oooh ( Read more... )