Poetic Pollution: you are a fucking basturd<3
irish bender: huh
Poetic Pollution: does 3:30 Am in Pennsylvania, ring a bell?
irish bender: kinda
irish bender: did i talk to you last night?
Poetic Pollution: more like this morning
Poetic Pollution: "I'm drrrrrruuunnkkkk."
irish bender: you are?
Poetic Pollution: elyse!
irish bender: youre drunk/?
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I'm upset by the fact that my physical ability as an athlete is going down hill and kicking the shit out of me. I'm such a failure.

I have this feeling
that the past is what
he still loves
more than the present.

I mean nothing.

"Asparagus and handcuffs"- the only thing that made my day absolute ( Read more... )

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

Everything keeps spinning, and yet the world still moves on.
All I want is to feel comforted in this madness.
--I recieve nothing.

Saturday I actually got to see Jeremy, which made me happy again, because that kid always puts a smile on my face, rain or shine.
Sunday, I wanted to take a pistol and blow my brain away. I hate being obligated because ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I took Ben to get a hair-cut, went and got coffee, checker's food, and the movies to go see Sin City, which was amazing. Although there were a lot of tit poses ( Read more... )

We felt the air caress us as we sat on that roof-top ( Read more... )

trapt.

I must say, this weekend was full of good hearted fun.
Ranging from Becky's party
all the way to falling asleep with Ben in the car.

On a sad note:
at 12:35 AM on Sunday the 27th of March
Emily Peterman ran over the easter bunny
in front of Wal*mart.
Isn't road kill so over rated?

hahahahaha.

I want to be held tightly right now.