i'm trying hard to resuscitate this poor, lonely journal of mine. i was reading back through old entries and there's a lot there. a lot of life and a lot of the past. i deleted some sad things, mostly about my ste-dads death, but i'm not going to delete anything else because you can't delete it from life so why delete it from a journal ( Read more... )

i'm very sad to learn, upon my return to internet land, that many good people have deleted their journals. so much has happened since that long may 10th post. where do i begin? i know i need to write it all out. not for anyone's interest. just for myself and to put it all down in the memory bank that is life. big sigh.

remember when a promise actually meant a promise? i think the word has just become an empty space to most people.

just another word with no meaning.

when i was very young i wanted to marry macauley culkin. i wanted to have his children. he was just so cute.

he wrote a book! it is called junior. and the cover is just so damn cute. just like him!

i would love you if buy me this book. [oh please oh please oh please]

it's supposed to be completely self-indulgent, but who cares? most books are.

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you are what you write... (?)

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man. i'm weepy tonight.

Declaration of Independence - Patti Smith

Listen to it. Loudly. If you have the guts. It will fucking blow you away.

matisyahu is hot.


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