( ¿Konichiwa? )

fucking hell i lost my old journal. christ, i've known i've lost this journal for about 3 months now and it just (re)-hit me today because i wanted to write in it ( Read more... )

Say, let's get known!

When I was little, I collected LipSmacker chap-sticks and kept the shiny ones on a key-chain attached to my backpack. I also collected Jelly-Roller pens and faux-leather pants. I had atleast 3 tomagachi's which I bought whenever I had allowance money, even though the price was jacked up several hundred percent ( Read more... )

I am sick of consuming myself with yearning to be overly-independent ( Read more... )

I remember this one instance when Joshua and I reluctantly volunteered to help an employee at Leopard Lounge re-stock the scene-sunglasses into their proper containers. He told me I could have a pair free in exchange for the work, so I tried a few on to make him feel less guilty about asking customers to help him with his designated work. NOTE: I ( Read more... )

too many dried plums
tooo many dried apricots

I'S GOTS THE TUMMY ACHES :[

It was a nice Christmas break, but it was too, too short. 2k6 has left me feeling a bit relieved, and I like this feeling.
I have decided to not think about New Years resolutions until the event causing me to ponder about them comes up.
The Degrassi/Iron Chef America marathons have kept me busy all day and it is nice.

The more time you spend with yourself, the more you start to see which people truly are your friends, and which people don't mind tossing you aside ( Read more... )

We walk on moonbeams.
Our toes leave sunken crevaces on the memory of flawless black powder.
We drift away on the atmospheric breeze,
and burn to our cores,
lit ablaze in the blinding light.
An appallingly enticing sight of sheer brilliance.