Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.

- Francis Bacon

And I swear to god if I hear that song one more time, I may kill someone. Or drive my car into Lake Lewisville. I haven't decided which.

*slams head against keyboard* Work you goddamn brain!

I am pretending some degree of legitimacy because if I don't I feel like an idiot. I don't like feeling stupid. If we don't leave, I think I'm going to be very disappointed in us.

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The back doors of the bar tonight ( Read more... )

I love days like today. I am hungover, but that's besides the point. The weekend yawns before me, full of exciting things. Dinner with friends, concerts, doing something fun with my son that I think we'd both enjoy. Spending time with the people and things I love. The day itself is expectant. There's rain to be had soon. Maybe today. But the whole ( Read more... )

than you don't think I'm pathetic for still being in this place...

Cause I do. But I can't help it. It is where I am.

~Stacy

I found a magazine that might be interested in running a feature on my show. That's kind of exciting. But it's a goth magazine, with a readership of maaaaaybe a hundred people. However, it's publicity. And that, no matter the target audience, is a good thing. I think.

~Della 

For telling people that I don't want to hang out with them/talk to them/whatever. Is it so wrong that occasionally I would like to define a friendship on my terms, and that occasionally, I need some space? These folks seem to feel like it's my obligation to tend to their every need. It's not that I don't enjoy their company. It's not that we aren't ( Read more... )