Well, I've been posting a lot in my oh-so-wonderful myspace blog [nobody reads it anyways, who gives a shit?] but I need a little more freedom, so I'll just flame here. My creative outlet in writing is the only thing keeping me sane lately... and I could write a soap opera with everything I've seen in the past few months ( Read more... )

Being bi is bullshit. Why?

I know a lot of people that consider themselves bi. Not one of them has ever been in a relationship with someone of their own sex, or INTENDS to. They're just 'bi'.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH.

-shuts up now-

Well, I'm continuing to be the "optomist" and dwelling on trivial things that piss me off ( Read more... )

It seems that when I look at all the people that have critiqued me, befriended me, or even left a COMMENT, I wonder how I even deserve all of this. I'm past my prime. So damn far past it, that all I really have left is Friday nights whoring off my journal to smut like this. I'm young and my life is practically over. No friends, no boyfriend, no ( Read more... )

I'm obsessed. 24 hours a day. Know what's running through my mind? South Park. South Park. Kenny. Butters. Cartman. Stan. Pip. Kyle. Cartman's whore-mom. Tweak. Token.

Dammiittttt.

-bangs head on table-

Oh, and I need a new layout, this one sucks major ass.

Go to college ( Read more... )

I just took one good look at Stan and Kyle from South Park and nearly shouted, "JEW BOY AND THE LITTLE BOY IN THE RED POMPOM HAT WOULD MAKE A GOOD COUPLE ( Read more... )

Well, today was boring. I've gotten my ass to start a novel, which is good. And yes, I REFUSE TO USE LJ CUTS OUT OF NECESSARY CONTEXT BECAUSE I'M THAT LAZY AND I LIKE TO ABUSE ELLIPSES AND THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON AND I ALSO LOOOOOOVE TO TYPE IN RUN ON SENTENCES, DON'TCHA KNOW.

So here's a nice treat... the unedited, unfinished, noncanon, almost nearly ( Read more... )

I wish Pat (my neighbor) would just shut the fuck up. He doesn't talk. He YELLS. And he's at my other neighbor's house, and I can hear every goddamn word.

Yeah, I can't talk without swear words. Heh. :| He's just so... annoying. And adolescent. He's nearly 50.

Anyways; here...

[A is for age:] I don't tell.

[B is for beer of choice:] Don't drink much.

[C ( Read more... )

My muse has returned, in the form of me watching TV relentlessly, finally plunking my ass down on the computer, going through old journal entries on GSB and ranting to my mom while she nods her head slowly at my gibberish and doesn't look up from the latest issue of "Real Simple". I'm alienated. I actually MISS school for once ( Read more... )