It seems my mouth is just large enough to fit my foot.

Sometimes I wonder just how much trouble my big mouth will get me in.

-Neimah

Emperor.

Fruit yogurt.

Zombie.

revolving door.

island.

impalement.

incorrect assumption!

competition.

classification.

definitions.

lighter fluid.
pomegranate.

mickey d monopoly.

suffer for glory
sacrifice for gain.

children children children children children.

-Neimah

Moments of great life transition always seem to bring out my inner pessimist. In times like these I often find misery to be a pervading glow to my daily activities. Whats more is that I can never seem to pinpoint any specific source of misery. This just adds to my general confusion as I start to misnomer all of my joy with the faults and ( Read more... )

After a many moon hiatus from Livejournal.com I re-sign in to find that somehow my account has miraculously cataloged my un-posted misery. In the interest of completing unfinished tasks here it is posted in its un-edited glory. I find it amusing, I hope you do too ( Read more... )

I'm trying to change my life.

I quit weed and cigarettes.

I still have many unresolved issues with many people. That's not all my fault.

I get angry when I am drunk.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!

Here's to being a "grown up".

Is it right to be mad at your friends for befriending people who are shitty to you?

What the fuck is a friend anyway?-Neimah

I seem to be perpetually surrounded somehow by inoperable electronics. A broken Ipod has a way of putting a damper on my general demeanor. That is pleasingly paired with an endless series of vapid hours spent at my work, and on my couch. Its a winning combination. The real major problem with slowness at work is my propensity to deep, probing, ( Read more... )

I'm sick and tired of all this bull shit. I'm so mad at myself for having a livejournal for years. For years I tried to write these sorta cryptic messages that just elude to the things that I am really thinking and feeling. All of this self imposed imprisonment. What has it all accomplished? Perhaps the early stages of me alienating myself from the ( Read more... )

When I was 12 I tried to kill myself. Numerous times. I was never successful, obviously. I gave up my active pursuit of the afterlife with a new found dedication. No, not to life, but to satisfy my own curiosity. Fascinated with the world and its inevitable course I resigned myself to live only to discover what the future had in store. I am sad to ( Read more... )

As I browsed the annuls of your cataloged boredom, I couldn't help asking why I wasn't sought for company.

-Neimah

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-Neimah