Hmm... the last few entries were a bit dark ( Read more... )

Goddamn I've forgotten how much I love Elliott Smith. I'm crawling out of my fucking skin without my computer.

It's so impossible to just sit down and hear exactly what I want to hear. I used to have all this power at my fingertips, and now I have absolutley nothing.

I'm going to go slam my head in a door now.

Where there once was a suffering girl now lies an angry bitch.

And that's that. No more "Oh, poor me" shit. I'm just going to start punching people when they hurt me emotionally. I might get really good at punching.

A dyslexic, agnostic insomniac: "One who lies awake at night wondering if there is a Dog."

My toe needs some serious medical attention. So does my brain.

If I didn't call that one in my last entry.

I'm tired of hurricanes. I just want to push the hurricane off his balcony right now.

It feels like I'm in the middle of an ocean during a hurricane.
This way.
That way.
Nope, this way again.
Uh-oh, going back that way.

Right now things are going for the better, but what about next week? Or even later today? I shouldn't have to worry about if the sea will remain calm for awhile.

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name ( Read more... )

And it can't come quickly enough ( Read more... )

Everything nice you ever said to me meant nothing ( Read more... )

Wow... life has changed so much since I've shut this place down ( Read more... )