Writing in a 3rd person tense is so foreign to me that sometimes I forget it even exists. I tend to write to myself, or to "you". You being whomever I so choose. Sometimes you is a specific you, sometimes it's everyone, and sometimes it's simply an empty pronoun there to take the fall for someone I can't begin to describe ( Read more... )

My car. My grandfather didn't get it out of the shop before he left ( Read more... )

Well, let's see,
My dog just took a big poop on my floor.
Guess who's the only one home.

Edit: I also caught a pan on fire. I mean, real F-I-R-E. Then I had a caughing fit on the floor because my house was all smoked up. (I stopped, dropped and rolled only after I put that bitch out. Safety first you know ( Read more... )

Dear Abigail,
I hate you because you are a stupid whore. I Curse Arthur Miller for writing you into existence. Have a very lovely day.
Love, Dedra
p.s. A very nice guy gave me a very nice gift today. And I really like Melon flavoured Propel.

And the rest is history and stuff.

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I had one of those adult moments ( Read more... )

I leave a path of destruction in my wake ( Read more... )

Taco bell with Caufield and Bryan. Then we went back to C's house and wrote music. Even though I know nothing formal about it, Bryan was incredibly patient with me ( Read more... )

Laine invited me to his party, yet I spent saturday night alone painting my kitchen. I was my own creative director ( Read more... )

Yesterday I spent two hours at Caufiled's house after school. First we were doing the acoustic band bit because neither Ryan or Bryan were there, but then I started feeling unwell, thinking of how much more highschool I still have to endure ( Read more... )