you know that feeling you can get when you're alone at night? that skin-crawling uneasy sensation that makes your stomach knot and the hairs on the back of your neck prickle? the one that leaves you darting your eyes around nervously, cringing at every small sound, afraid to even breathe? yea, that's the one. that feeling was made for nights ( Read more... )

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the ramones make me feel so rock'n'roll. i want "sheena is a punk rocker" to be my theme song.

happy birthday america. now promptly go to hell.

-- tired. my cat woke me up after only a very few short hours of drunken, restless, sex-filled-dream sleep by plucking at the bedroom door with her claws and moaning ( Read more... )

i went to a "goth" club last night. it was kind of nice to be able to wear all my bondage cuffs and bracelets and big combat boots and ripped fishnets and pleather miniskirt and not feel outcasted. i was tipsy on red wine even before i set foot in the club and proceeded to dart through the smoke machine black swirling crowd all night, flirting ( Read more... )

sleeping till the alarm doesn't happen often. waking like someone attacking from behind. a backstab jolt into a too bright morning. cutting pink lips on my reckless teeth. hearing the blood plummet into my coffee before i feel it rolling off my chin. crunch, linger, splat. leaving behind creamy caramel crimson swirl to battle the day ( Read more... )

i would like to say i understand how it came to be like this, but i really don't. i never used to be scared of talking to you; i never used to be inhibited around you at all. the words would gush from my mouth freely, carelessly. me always wanting to say more than there were words for, tearing down walls in mere seconds that i had spent years ( Read more... )

one of the much music vj's was just wearing a toilet boys shirt. you don't ever see fucking carson daly wearing a toilet boys shirt. why must everything about canada be superior to the usa?

making believe ( Read more... )