when i was young ( Read more... )

so it's been years since i've posted. i don't even know if anybody reads this thing anymore. i can't post on myspace because the editor thingy doesn't work, and my background is black and i can't change the text color. so people would have to highlight the page to see the text, and well, i guess frankly people are just too fucking lazy to do that. ( Read more... )

"If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

to be free. to not have to abide by society's rules anymore. this entire country was based on the genocide of the first peoples that lived here anyway, so in essence, i am discouraged from conforming to something that has been built on lies and fear. a lot of people do not understand this. they think that i am crazy for wanting to speak my own ( Read more... )

As I drove into the F lot, almost a year ago, this song began to play on my car stereo. I had never heard it before, but it fit my situation perfectly. As its sad melody played, I leaned over my steering wheel and cried...I listened to it the other day, for the first time since a year ago. How some songs capture the most transitional moments of our ( Read more... )

Christians Murdered Indians-Corporate Avenger ( Read more... )

sometimes i wish all men would just fuck off and die slow and painful deaths. sometimes i wish i could castrate every motherfucking pervert i see on the bus. sometimes i wish i were a lesbian. sometimes i would like to crack the skull of the next motherfucking asshole that looks at my ass. i could give a fuck less if i quote and quote "need" a man ( Read more... )

i should be studying right now, but instead i'm depressed because matt's being an asshole and insisted on walking away from me without saying goodbye, assuming that i'd either go to him in the computer center or be at class. well, i could have decided to not show up at either place and just find a random couch to sit down on and study, but instead ( Read more... )

I find you in the morning ( Read more... )

i hung up on my mother earlier tonight. she was being very insensitive, needless to say she made me feel like complete and utter shit. i can't believe the nerve she has. her immaturity is almost unbelievable. all i wanted was to talk to her, and when i finally thought we were getting somewhere, she had to be a bitch ( Read more... )