wow bitch, can you do anything original?

and you wonder why no one sticks around.

ugh. vent vent vent.

i feel like a different person--again.  my boyfriend loves me unconditionally and i think that scares me sometimes.  he's definitely not the most sane person i've ever met, but i'm definitely not either.  socially, i have everything an introverted lady like myself could want--soulmate, the most ideal best friend, an alright family (not the the most ( Read more... )

i want to have wild sex.

now.

i love october.  it's always been a stressful and chaotic month for me, but it's still my favorite month.  it's perfect for excessive type o negative, pretending to be something else, changing myself, and getting the fuck over things.

um... and i can't wait for A Million Hearts' first freakin' show (with girlbike and others)  (www.myspace.com/ ( Read more... )

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I can prove my love to humans so easily, but why is it that I find it so hard to prove my devotion to academia.  The Cult of the Saints and objects of personal devotion from the byzantine and gothic periods are my favorite subjects in art, professor bolman is my favorite professor, and yet, i am again failing to prove my love to either.  i hate my ( Read more... )

 earth greatly misses you. count me in there too.  i hope you have some peace of mind up there.  visit any time.

“I picture my epitaph: "Here lies Paul Newman, who died a failure because his eyes turned brown".
-you

your eyes were still blue the last time i saw you.

love,
kim

[i'm a little sad. sue me]

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i was going to Why? tonight, but i have way too many poems and french compositions to write.  boo. me ruv yoni wolf ( Read more... )

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