I can't write you a poem ( Read more... )

I watched The Fellowship of the Ring today. Ah, those movies are so good. It left me with an indescribable appreciation for my friends. I know that ALL of you would travel to the bowels of Hell and fight nasty, pusy creatures with rotten teeth and follow me to your impending doom for the sake of a circle of gold metal, I just know it. Hah. Well. I' ( Read more... )

It's true. I just got back from the emergency room for my "viral pharyngitis" or whatever. They gave me Ibuprofen. I'd have preferred morphine, but hey, I'm not the doctor. Yeah, My eardrum almost exploded from the pressure in my throat, much due to the fact that my tonsils are so swollen they're kissing eachother. My lymphnode (sp?) glands are so ( Read more... )

I found a picture of me when I was like 3 or 4. What happened man? I was sooo effing adorable. My hair was like spiral curled and I had snot hanging out my nose. Freakin adorable. Went to the doctor today. It's not cancer. Hah. Uhm, I might have tonsilitis though, we're going to see if this swelling progresses and if it does who knows? Also, he ( Read more... )

I was going to write a poem ( Read more... )

And so it would appear ( Read more... )

Besides Devil's Gate, Hell's half acre, and Devil's Tower, many of the people make hell itself look like a cozy couch by a nice fire. My step mom and my mom went on rampage, though only my step mom's rage was directed at me. Anyway, I was in a bind for a place to stay last night, and an old friend shed some serious kindness on me and I didn't have ( Read more... )

In fact, it blows so hard that somewhere it gets cycled in the space-time continuum and it actually sucks. Essentially, I wanted to go work out. But I had to run to the mall first, where I ran into a friend. And she wanted me to go bowling. So I went home, got all dolled up, and lo and behold...the bowling sucked. So I left. Now I'm all dressed up ( Read more... )

There is a bottle
Of brake fluid in my picnic basket.
It smiles at me.
Its happy yellow cylinder
A lonlely entity.
It desires, oh it's true
It wants to slow it down.
It wants to rest for a while.
Unrelaxing unwind.
Its stops are painfully poisonous.
I don't want to, though I'm tired,
I just don't care to
Take a break.

Sing me this song, and I'll be yours forever. Better yet, write a song just like this one, and I'll make your wildest dreams come true. (what am I, a politician? Gross ( Read more... )