GraffitiXR (11:08:15 PM): this thursday night ( Read more... )

I couldn't stop shaking. My teeth were shattering but I was sweating. Really sweating. No one noticed this time, thank god. It gets even worse when they notice. They can't be in the room with me, can't look at me. Make up excuses to leave the house and send mom to do the dirty work. When they know she's the last that needs to deal with it ( Read more... )

Gah, I love listening to Chris Thile on rainy mornings in Ben's sweater. Hell, I always love listening to him, but especially on rainy days off and especially when I smell like my brother. And I love autumn even though my feet are always positively freezing. Also, I need to start writing haiku again. I miss them. I miss the days I used to spend ( Read more... )

Today I started seeing in black and white and grey. But mostly grey. And scenery with little contrast in its pallete became a blur. I'd have to blink once or twice to assure my attentiveness and to send the brilliancy of technicolor back into the picture.

I couldn't do it in 100 words or less. My writing becomes even crappier than usual when they start with all that binding.

Today, I love the Sound Garden more than ever.

And I don't really feel like expanding on that.

I don't even feel like writing here to tell you the truth. I just feel like sifting through some more old photos.

I would tell you all about this weekend and how it was spent at a Jesus camp. I would tell you about all the metallic eye shadow wearing fake blondes. And about all the "play this so we can force you to socialize" activities. Really, I would. But, to tell you the truth, living through it was enough. Here, maybe this will help out ( Read more... )

So it took me about a week to figure that being metaphorical about onions is just something I shouldn't do. I just shouldn't. You probably shouldn't either, really ( Read more... )

I wanna play with her b a t t e r e d barbies.

I hate killing those insects that lurk about in your house. Really I do. I try to let them go as often as I can. Once I kinda just let this spider live in my room because I didn't want to kill him. It's not like I didn't try setting him free, but he was quite a fast one so he scurried away before I could get hold of him. And I just kinda got used ( Read more... )

It's not like I'm longing to tread upon those would-be-shabby-without-the-artwork Carver hallways, but I'd certainly be lying if I said I didn't miss some things. Namely Lit. And of course, those few select people I happen to call friends. I've been journal writing like a madman lately. So many thoughts that needed sifting. And, more importantly, ( Read more... )