can't quite tell what it is exactly that I'm craving tonight. There just seems to be something stirring in the air that's gotten me churning trying to grasp for ideas that keep slipping just beyond my reach like tufts of dandelion fur exploding into oblivion at the slightest breath. I'm scattered such tonight. Maybe an update will do some good, ( Read more... )

I have the song from Blazing Saddles sung by Lilian von Shtupp stuck in my head ( Read more... )

It never fails that insomnia breeds two things: the irrisistable urge to purchase whatever chinsey product that comes on tv promising to slice dice and slim your waist line all for two easy payments of 19.95 and one fucking difficult payment of undetermined value; oh and myspace creeping ( Read more... )

Again again a thousand times again here I stand as I've always been ( Read more... )

I always reach this point where the wine doesn't taste as sweet and the nights are just too long. This is the same old same old sad song. I've never been anybodys babydoll and I don't know why I keep taking this fall. Love me tender, love me right, spin the bottle and have a fight. Caress me down and sex me up drain me and reach for another cup ( Read more... )

I can only muster the energy to update this damned journal when somethings bothering me. Though I think that is the key to all good writing-it must be fueled by raw emotions. Not that I consider the drivel I spray about here to be good writing, just a vain effort to release some pressure ( Read more... )

It doesn't matter what I say, nothing comes out right. I feel misrepresented by my own tongue and thats a sure sign that one needs to stop talking as a last ditch effort at damage control. I can't fight the feeling that I'm going in a different direction than those that have traveled the path with me thus far. Everyone reaches the point in their ( Read more... )

Damned if I know. Down to the last two weeks of school and I'm in such a fog that finals seem like a rather hopeless endevour. I've put off too much for too long, the story of my educational career. I'm not worried about school, I doubt I'll get straight A's, but thats never been my bag. I know what I want to do and I'm eventually going to get ( Read more... )

I'm too tired to sleep. Monday beat the shit out of me again and I didn't even see it coming this time. I think I'm getting carpal tunnel in both wrists from a combination of my social and work related computer obligations. It hurts to move my fingers at all, so I guess this journal is a labor of love. Nah, I'm just bored and theres no one worth ( Read more... )

I hope the title of this entry doesn't get anyone hopeful for writing of substance to follow because if thats what you're after you'll be sorely let down. Just another sunday spent trying to ignore the looming evil of the monday to come. I'm sitting here alone in the living room with nothing turned on. Tv, music, games, all ignored. I'm satisfied ( Read more... )