I love this journal.

I miss this journal.

I don't know why I rarely update here anymore.

My other journal is just different.

But this one has value, too.

I bought new shoes this weekend--are you jealous?

My perverted old neighbor was trying to tell me about his disgusting cold-sore that he has on his lip as I was attempting my hasty retreat to work tonight ( Read more... )

It is so fun to be bad.


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Tears spent on the pillow
streaked yellow as years passed
Forgotten words
lost memories
stored somewhere safely
so they would last

My Nana is in the hospital dying ( Read more... )

Okay, this update is for Allison, because she always seems amused by the arsewipes I meet on the road ( Read more... )

Just once I'd like to turn on the evening news or open the daily paper and find out about some slightly off, middle aged man, in a panic about losing his great Uncle Barney's Apple Orchard. Donning a zombie suit, and sprayed with some glowing agent, he's been running about scaring the shit out of some local kids that are trying to find out why the ( Read more... )

I just got home from working a long and boring nightshift and I am making myself a breakfast of kraft dinner. Which is sad. And pathetic ( Read more... )