Category 2000-2011

Say hello to super cranky forget you deanna

hahaha. I don’t know how it is I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, but I have, and all kinds of pretty bullshit has been flowing out of my mouth today. First one. When I went… Continue Reading →

My fall is swirling and dumping like a pile of leaves

So F came back later that night, squelching my anger at the meeting that was not even had on my “birthday”. Though we didn’t celebrate it anyways, because I was angry and too pissed off to really give a shit… Continue Reading →

whoo ha ha

So my birthday was lame, for a number of reasons. Mostly because I was coerced into working my first week day night in a bar that is so neighborhood, it hurts. Me being a resident of downtown Jersey City makes… Continue Reading →

hahahaha–sometimes…everything stinks

So I spent this crazy amount of time pondering and recounting back my life on a livejournal entry. Then, my clutzy fingers accidentally made it all disappear. Though it was the complete story of my life from birth to this… Continue Reading →

Old rolls of film I needed to develop

I do this thing for lack of organization. I take rolls of film and never develop them. I dropped off some 6 rolls a few weeks back, and because of a sweet thing done by someone, I had the ability… Continue Reading →

The mail in Jersey isn’t so good normally

I got this request the the other week for my mailing address, which I handed over with no qualms, because who doesn’t to open a real live letter or package every once in a while? I got the little paper… Continue Reading →

rock n roll—> could I do it?

Huh, it’s funny all these pieces of advice that keep floating my way, getting dipped in the gutter, whereby I bend down, scoop ’em up, and consider each one of them carefully. My birthday is on Thursday, and yes, we… Continue Reading →

Happy Barfday to me

Every year on my birthday I find at least three minutes to reflect on the current state of affairs, and consider them in a state of the union kind of manner. I am still without a true unscattered, straight direction… Continue Reading →

Oh god. I haven’t written because I am recovering from drunk dialing

Uh huh. So I randomly got trashed last night, spewing all of my homosexual affection for all around me–mostly because in the inside, I am that soft, hugging girl who just wants to spread the love. But the love spread… Continue Reading →

Ah no. I never wanted to be so small!

hahaha. Though I am sure this is less of a surprise to most others than me, I took one of those lame tests, and surprisingly, it came up with something I consider both facetious, and sarcastic. I am The Hermit… Continue Reading →

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