I'm a fuckup.

This poem was in the book The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, and I can't find out who wrote it. It's a really sad poem, so if you're in a good mood, don't read it.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines ( Read more... )

Yesterday was Sweetest Day, and Brian took me out to breakfast at IHOP, even though by the time we got up it was like 4, but I was hungry and man those Belgian waffles were good, all topped with fruit and syrup. Good stuff. He got me a necklace kit with a little real pearl that you had to dig out of the shellfish itself. It was cool and very pretty ( Read more... )

If you don't give a fuck, don't read it ( Read more... )

I'm bored. I got nothing to do for a good three hours and I tried to go back to sleep but it wasn't happening. I miss Brian ( Read more... )

Criss Angel is fucking awesome. Brian and I think he really is magic. Not just one of those fake-ass magicians. He's badass.

Hee hee! I think I'm going to get "Tresapassers will be shot" tattooed on my butt!

I am SO bored ( Read more... )

I just had foot surgery. The feeling is starting to return, but it doesn't hurt yet. They let me watch, and it was really gross. Fun stuff, foot surgery.

Brian's coming over in a few, and hopefully we'll play D&D. More fun stuff. He called me from work just to ask how the appointment went. He's so good to me. Really, he is. Better than other ( Read more... )

I just found Gene Bailey's xanga site. He's also been on AIM a few times lately, though he's had his away message up. I don't know what I would say to that fuckwad anyway... I have no words for him, I just want to punch him in the face for being such an emotionally abusive shitface when we were going out ( Read more... )