By the way, I redid my journal. I REALLY liked the spark layout, but I was getting tired of looking at it. I can already tell that I'm going to get tired of this one fast.

edit: Seems like my journal is becoming more and more of a narrated brain dump, innit? Weird little stories, some poems, and then random stuff like this. Oh well! =P ( Read more... )

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me ( Read more... )

Well, Target and that pro-med place just completely wasted my Monday night, in an aggravatingly hilarious sort of way ( Read more... )

Here's a fun story, for those of you who like fun stories ( Read more... )

I had a strange dream last night ( Read more... )

Tear stains on pencil and white paper poetry
Distorting lines that laze across the page,
Three-dimensional punctuation
Whose repition re-emphasizes the words
That only leaden tongues may speak.

I'm not really much one for "whine whine whine drama drama drama" on LJ (stop laughing) but I must say, it's one of those times when I feel so hideously awful that I absolutely MUST share it with the world. I'm not angry or distraught about something like I usually am when I OMFG POST but right now I am just so BLEH SAD that I felt I must share ( Read more... )

I love my family and all, I really do, but it's easy to forget how miserable I can be in their company- but then when I AM with them, it's like I'm going to snap. Everybody knows I've gotten twitchier, that strange things freak me out, that I can't talk very well and I mix up words all the time... but you don't have to demean me for it ( Read more... )

Am I greater than them? I try and look decent (even if a little sloppy) and I know lots of things, and I try to keep a good attitude and be nice and treat everyone equally and I don't think shaking my white sequin-thonged ass in someone's face and pretending I'm black is hot ( Read more... )

Can still feel your warm hands on my waist
Keeping me from floating into space,
And your chin lazing on my shoulder
As I ruthlessly scrub the dinner pans.