An open letter to an obvious recipient, that i will probably never deliver, because i second guess my own thought processes so much that i generally refuse to expose them without careful on the fly editing to protect myself:The act of writing my thoughts necessitates a way to nick open the circular nature of my mind; beginning is always hard ( Read more... )

in reference to Caenum's recent journal entry:

me: oh my god.
me: its so obvious
me: eat this?
me: her bumper.
caenum: THAT DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE
me: what
caenum: eat my bumper pffff
me: tell me how that doesnt make perfect sense
me: clearly, the sticker does not refer to anything with a picture
me: therefore, it must refer to something directly ( Read more... )

it hurts, that's the thing that bothers me most ( Read more... )

i often think i am doomed to be unmatched my whole life because i often realize that as each day goes by i know less and less what it is that i want out of someone else. and i have yet to meet someone who can do anything at all in an intimate setting, sexual or not, that makes me feel as alive, happy, and fulfilled as an angry group of strangers ( Read more... )

one hand for yourself and one for the ship.

i miss the rhythms of waves underfoot, and nights so black i questioned even the presence of water.

It is not very often i am confronted with the fact that i treat people badly in a fundamental way ( Read more... )

today i learned something very important about myself that i had never given much thought to ( Read more... )

MINI UPDATE:

who reads comics? okay, now who reads comics and HASN'T read 30 Days of Night yet?

get the fuck on it, seriously. i mean, you don't want to feel silly when the movie for the first limited comes out and i have to say 'i told you so.'

and besides, this way when you read it you won't see Josh Hartnett as the dude.

today, i realized that i know what my favorite song is ( Read more... )

this just in: the internet likes my dick.