scoot on over to- dinah_shore

now, darlings.

ow. hit me like a fucking brick wall.

i miss him.

holy shit.

"At St. Mark's Square, there were thousands of pidgons. Everyone was feeding them. I'd never wanted a flamethrower so badly before."
- paul

what a kid.

re-arranged my room. i stink. bleh.

bryce is gone...*twiddles thumbs*

trying to find a job. feeling like thats going to be a terrible failure.

i dont want to work with food. goddammit. but its probably my only chance. lame lame lame lame. lame.

my room's almost clean. almost.

i are updating. i should be sleeping. if dad catches me im in shit.

now that im weighing out the pros and cons of this situation, i think ill be going now.

today was awesome though.

goodnight

i found this floating arounf somewhere. mechanically, its awful writing. its kinda stupid too.

i just thought id share it because reading it made me feel physically ill, which is admirable. so ultimately it isnt bad poetry because it DID cause emotional response. no idea why.

( i wasnt a serious cutter, rule that theory out )

stolen from here.

"i want you to post anything you want.
a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, anything.
make sure you post anonymously."

DO IT, I BESEECH YOU!

love.

there was a storm, and we had a power outage. i wanted to kill.

but then i went to bryces and the power came back on. we came back here and took pictures. and we danced. the end. =]

( it appears neither of us are very photogenic... )

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i think im gonna make a new lj-

dinah_shore or something like that

to match my new email.

does anyone catch the dead kennedys' reference? anyone?