Everybody look ( Read more... )

By the way, just because that last one wasn't very good doesn't mean you should stop reading my journal....it'll get better, I promise. I don't know what the sad poetry is all about...just a change from my characteristic sarcastic prose.

Can't be a bitch all the time--Too hard on the eyebrow muscles.

Heads up- a lucky penny, and you'll take it like any break you can get ( Read more... )

Up in smoke the life of the girl who spoke too soon as the sky at noon in the town as sad as midnight reflects the light fading from her eyes. Every bird in the sky is the only friend at the end of the line for the girl who used to shine ( Read more... )

Christina's livejournal = not nearly as funny as mine.

What cruel twist of fate has brought me here? I know it to be the fact that I've found that other piece of the puzzle whose rough, jagged edges fit so perfectly with mine, which doesn't change the fact that I'm still driving down the dead end street, looking for a place to turn off. In love, there is still a hatred for life, and in completion, ( Read more... )

A poem, inspired by the style of one Andrew Hesson ( Read more... )

Alright, alright. I take back anything mean I may have said about Jotham. He's not a bad guy. He just caused severe problems for the first months of my relationship with Christina, which is why I've always been so weird about having him around. But he's a cool guy, and I haven't forgotten why we became friends in the first place ( Read more... )

Wow. Yeah. A new gay survey thing. Read it. It's fun ( Read more... )

Mom(to Lisa): "You can't be an organ donor ( Read more... )