I'm forever blowing bubbles / Pretty bubbles in the air / They fly so high / They reach the sky / And like my dreams they fade and die / Fortunes always hiding, I've looked every where / I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air!

"*mumble mumble* Hey...he's kinda hot. Don't look!"

There are straaaange people at the mall.

The stereo clock had been turned off hours ago. The lights had been switched to black, the few small open flames snuffed. There was no light to be seen as he strode about, undetected by the others in the house. He was by himself here, now. No one else awake. No one else knowing. No on else to see this. To try and change it. He was by himself, and ( Read more... )

Shaping up to be a lonely Sunday...

I plan to spend Friday brawling with strangers. Who wants to come?

I know EXACTLY what I want to fucking look like. SO WHY CAN"T I FUCKING GET THERE?!

The world sounds different at 3:28 AM. The streets are a whole lot quieter, silence a whole lot clearer - and phones a whole lot louder. My room bleeds back into color between the violent fits my cell phone loves to have, waving in and out like something just above a fire. The noise is coming from the general area my hand is fumbling around in, but ( Read more... )

I'm a hero without a storyline.

The Croc Hunter died today. Or at least today's when I heard about it ( Read more... )

FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.FUCKING.BORED.

Let's hear it for gettin drunk dialed!