I still don't believe in vacations.
I find that they are
A ridiculous way
To prove to the World
What we
Already are.
A heaping pile of.
Laziness.

An exhausting dip into
The abyss.

(Raise your glasses, Men
To the sky
Don't stop
Don't look
Don't bother.
For goodbye.)

Why not just come right out
And say it?
Why rationalize it.
Saying you need
Some time to get caught ( Read more... )

In elementary school, they said I was too...serious ( Read more... )

Either I'm really attracted to what is my opposite in every respect....

.....or I have no idea what my opposite is.

Things are going well. Surprisingly well, for right now anyway, and I'm pretty stoked. I think the universe is finally letting me off this time a little easily ( Read more... )

The sad reality of things has come down to the fact that at this point, I'll now have to start working at LEAST four jobs to make it. By make it, I mean, have at LEAST more than 100 dollars left over at the end of the month.

Here's how it will work:

S&B=Job A
Cafe=Job B
Bonas=Job C
Home Depot=Job D
Bartending...pending my hotting myself way up and trying ( Read more... )

I'm floating along ( Read more... )

Listen. I understand that you don't want to be supportive of me right now. That you don't care about me as anything right now. That now is your time to be cold to me while you're warming up to others. That you have a whole slew of people who have an interest in you. It's not surprising. You're a catch. And yes, I know I messed it up ( Read more... )

I still cannot believe what has happened. The shock of this...of the trauma that will inevitably affect an 18 year old girl for the rest of her life ( Read more... )

I am sitting here, imagining what it would be like to be stoned right now, while Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah cover puts the depth of what I'm feeling into a song. I'm listening to it for the sixth time in the past half an hour now ( Read more... )

I drifted from a certain sort of understanding and an utter sense of confusion, on a love seat, comfort less than desired...while Tony Soprano shouted fuck thirteen times on the tv in front of me, and the love of my life gazed at me discretely, or really not so conspicuously as he assumed, from the couch against the other wall ( Read more... )