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I love summer ( Read more... )

I've been up all night ( Read more... )

I'm really not interested in online journaling as much as I used to be.
Not sure why. I'm writing a lot less than I used to.
I'm not doing anything different, I've got no other outlets.
Maybe I've finally ran out of good things to say.

The fifth issue of my zine is out.

If you would like a copy:
talk to me in person,
run across a copy someone might have,
find some at Ranch Records within the next week I hope,
or
email me:
so_inarticulate at hotmail dot com.
and we'll discuss terms.

Sometimes I get angry(note last post).
I'm sorry. That still doesn't mean I'm not mad at you though.

I can't trust you.
Yes, you. Anyone. Whoever you are.

Fuck anyone who never gave me the time of day.
Fuck anyone who thinks they're too good for the rest.
Fuck anyone who acts like they don't need you.

Fuck you especially.

I need to get laid.

I think it's time I watched the sunset on my winter career.
You don't have to love me. If I were you, I wouldn't.

I'm a terrible daughter.
I'm a terrible friend.
I'd probably be a terrible lover too,but I don't have much to go on.

Sometimes I wonder why I even get up in the morning.

What is happiness? Does it exist?