I have no inspiration. I suppose, if I were the positive person I often claim to be, I would see this as happy thing. Having no inspiration means having no pain. I must be the only person alive that wishes for the sting of lost romance, the backlash of disrespect. Something, anything to fight the emptiness of my ordinary life. God, give me the ( Read more... )

Here I am, watching my comfort movie (Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory) and eating my comfort food (Hamburger Helper Cheesy Enchilada)and wishing I didn't feel so damned empty. I feel like Charlie at the very moment he found out the contest was completely over, and his dreams were dashed. Except for me there is no contest, no golden ticket, ( Read more... )

I have wandered down this path before ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here bored of my ying yang, as Ryan watches the Republican convention on television. I wouldn't call myself political by any means, I'm interested, but, when it comes down to it, I just don't give a damn enough to put a lot of effort in it ( Read more... )

My first entry... hmm. That could be taken so many ways. I must confess I have no idea what to write about. I've had this account for over a week now and this is all I have entered. Is my life that boring? I dyed my hair black, that's something I guess. I thought maybe I had been a red head too long. It looks surprisingly nice, thank goodness ( Read more... )