Category 2000-2011

oh yes. you see that.

so I logged into that crush thing to see who had/has a crush on me. And that is 6 people. huh. I figured my shit wasn’t too well read, though. I have been inspired by a book by Fernando Pessoa,… Continue Reading →

How it feels..to be something on….

Do you ever think you’re the only one that gets it, the only one who has real eyes to see, the only one who can feel the hurt that burn and cuts like a knife? I think most people are… Continue Reading →

Sneezy Sundays

So I decided to stop writing those pathetic little give-ins anywhere anymore. Things have a way of manifesting when you put all of your thoughts and energies into them. So I have decided not to give in to the obvious… Continue Reading →

Thinking on a Saturday

So I was speaking to a good friend of mine about how he refuses to read my journal entries simply because I should be able to tell him what is going on in my life, without him having to read… Continue Reading →

Drunk Dialing

Now, I have been known to have some pretty decent conversations while intoxicated or messed up, but I have never really drunk dialed at all. That is, except for last night. I am one of those squishy drunks that tends… Continue Reading →

Dream see quences

My imagination is over-active, and this is the most apparent in my sleep state (very close to the waking point). I have had dreams of violence, murder, mayhem, and just death since I was no less than 5. When I… Continue Reading →

WEd Ness Day

So as we were walking by F’s old job yesterday, I coaxed him into going in, you know, just to see. I didn’t think that he would be capable of paying the rent on my place alone unless he got… Continue Reading →

the histamine reaction causes a raising, or branding

This of the tattoo. When it is irritated or you get bitten in the area surrounding the tattoo, it will often raise, or become dimensional. To the touch. These are the kinds of feelings I have been having lately. Somehow… Continue Reading →

what it means to be something on:

It seems that treacherous term “alcoholic” has taken a new front-seat to the people around me. I myself never understood it too much, that disregard for personal responsibility, and even more so, control to a substance or substances that take… Continue Reading →

Coffee Breath and Uncertain Death

I love hanging out with this one-he takes the calm in me and rubs it, eliminating the stress. I have a few more pictures from the night before I went brown, somewhere around August 16th. I would apologize for the… Continue Reading →

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