My sister's gone.
School started.
Andrew's my boyfriend.

I no longer really use this to write; it's not safe.
Shit's on my myspace though.

( Come, come. Fly into my arms and collapse. )

Yesterday was hella times. Alanna, Eva, and I went to this kid Justin's house in Larchmont with Andrew and Rob to watch Cooze play. Here I thought it was going to be like a "show," but it was really only band practice with an audience. We weren't greeted at the door, so we went into the kitchen and started throwing open all the cabinets looking for ( Read more... )

I haven't written a single thing ANYWHERE for days.

scheduals came today

( One more round )

Go figure, it's summer. And of course there's nothing to do but sit around at home and take pictures of yourself.

( You're not skinny enough )

Lemon baths in the sun are fun to watch.
And delis are nice.

If you should ever have to take a piss, don't waste your time looking for a bathroom. Just drop trou and go right there.

THERE'S NO TIME FOR THIS! WE'VE GOT A PRESIDENT TO SAVE!

( Let me tell you 'bout the fifth horseman of the apocalypse )

some picture posts a comin'

( You shook me all night long )

So my mother doesn't like it when I don't wear a bra ( Read more... )

Impulse:

All of my friends have been deleted except for four;
1. Alanna
2. Andrew
3. Eva
4. Kitty

Well, and of course Lacey because I adore her face.

A lot more friends-only posts, so comment if you want to be added back. I left these four because I always read what they write and I know they read mine.

No hard feelings. Just. Yeah.

Nothing seems to be coming together except for the daffodils at the park.

I'm so sick of this. So goddamn fucking sick of feeling like I'll never get home. I don't want to have to think about what I'm taking in and what I'm putting down on paper.

I don't want to feel that I need a padlock.

"Okay, take one and palm it..."

Comfort.