What is this? I'm feeling...ah...if I could describe it. Slightly tired, way pissy; more annoyed with the world and everything in it. It's as if things, time, everything, is going too slow. I want to push. I want to fastforward. I don't want to go to work, I don't want to do my dishes. I don't want to do anything. Even breathing is effort, of ( Read more... )

I've seen the most beautiful sight. An angel with a radiant, tear stained face, eyes all glass and mirrors for love. This is not hopeless romance I put before you, but a shared emotion so deeply rooted that to pluck it forth would cause one to helplessly bleed into nothingness. But what of this? My tears were locked up only to be shed for ( Read more... )

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Started painting the living room yesterday. Unfortunately I don't have any place to move the furniture so I have to push it to the center of the room and do one wall at a time. Got one and a half walls left then its done. Bleh. Kitchen's next. It's looking nice but when I think about actually doing it i get all.. MEH!! But that's probably just ( Read more... )

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I very recently made a post on werewolf.com consisting of well over 16000 characters and talking about little more than sheep. Dear god am I pathetic.

Your IQ Is 140
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Maybe I do this to often. Think. Not just genreal things, but about people and circumstances that shouldn't be over dwelled upon. Alas! I think it is my very nature! I saw a friend online, and miss him terribly. It's a strange feeling, to miss someone that I do have contact with. I worry over him constantly, and at one point, told myself that ( Read more... )