Amsterdam to get statue to honor prostitutes ( Read more... )

I found my glasses on my head
And my boots beneath my bed
I found the words I wish I'd said today
But I'm still looking for myself

I used to dream when I was young
I'd wake one day and be grown up
But that day has never come

I'm still looking for the day I feel at home in my own skinI'm still looking for the key that lets me out and lets you in ( Read more... )

And so begins the first of five finals.

One this morning at 8, one tonight at 7. On a Saturday. Bah humbug.

No one wants to reconnect with me. No one wants to....oh wait, do anything with me. No one wants to listen to me, to try to fix things with me, to contact me, to make the same effort I am, or hang out with me.

I am sick and tired of being that friend. The reliable, dependable, smart, responsible one who can't be any fun ( Read more... )

Oh. My. God. It just keeps getting worse. More and more things just keep piling on and its never going to stop.

I wish so much sometimes. I wish I could be alright. I wish that the overwhelming sadness of the world didn't hurt me so much. I wish that not everything made me sad, even things as stupid as sad things on TV. The pain and suffering I see around me are so deep, and it cuts me to the core not being able to do anything. I wish I could make a ( Read more... )

Lego Men Rolling a Joint

Teeheehee. I love it. Especially when I'm blazed.

"At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies." -P.G. Woadhouse

"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
-- Ernest Gaines

We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on livejournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "Gay Rights". If you don't ( Read more... )

I've never understood it, what makes my peers tick. The partying, the people, the friends who don't even care about them. I understand hanging out with my friends, and I understand drinking or whatever with my friends, but I have never understood what the motivation is for partying and having "friends" who don't care in the slightest. And I ( Read more... )