1pm, Friday afternoon. Its middday as I stumble back home from a series of boring classes and lunch hour spent with the friends of a friend. Stamping the smoke from my cigarette, I enter my building and muster up the strength to climb the stairs, instead of taking the unreliable elevator which at any moment is prone to make funny noises and break ( Read more... )

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I play that song just for you. Everytime you hear it, you know that I am saying you missed your chance. I play it just for you when we are sitting together. Just so that I can see those eyes of your turn into sad little puddles. I can read you. You stabbed me with that knife and I would like to return the favor, twisting the handle ever so ( Read more... )

i definately stole this from Ty.  He's the man, what can i say?

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You all have a BIG LESBIAN CRUSH ON ME! suck on that!

Take the quiz: "Which Mean Girls character are you?"

You are Janice Ian!
Freak! No jk, you are more of an individualist. However, you care more about what others think of you than you let on.

I can remember the most gorgeous moments, absolute intense fragments from my life that were breath-taking, heart stoppingly vivid moments carved into my skin like the wrinkles on my aging hands.  If I don't share them, they will die with me.  Who will remember that last spring break when at 5am I ended up on a beach with white sand, edged in ( Read more... )

I've voilated the rules.  I confess.  The next step is to talk myself down from this ledge and avoid the tumbling fall to the concrete. I've got a crush on a girl who isn't ready to have a crush on me.  She is only 18 and I think i've got her all sorts of confused as it is.

Talk me out of it.

Please talk me off this ledge.

Please.