soft.and.gentle

"If I had to choose a way to die, it'd be with you, in a goosebump infested embrace."

Sunday, July 25, 2004

1:59 PM

Through the rain traffic.  As you float into space.  Your white eyes hide your face.  As you float in between.  I am with you - If you leave. 
 
Things have been happening.  My life prior to the past month was relatively simple.  Ok, more like REALLY simple. 
 
Anyways, don't want to go into detail.  Don't much like the way the intro was going.
 
Jenny and I are good...which rocks because we haven't talked in forever.  She's doing well. 
 
I can't believe it's almost the end of July.  I haven't talked to my family since the fourth of July.   Growing up is kinda sad. 
 
Still working at my shit job.  I shouldn't complain...
 
Boys are strange.  Sometimes I think I should be a lesbian...
 
But in general I'd rather hang out with guys then girls...which further creates a problem.  So, I could be lesbian...if only I could tolerate girls long enough to have a relationship.  That won't happen. 
 
Maybe I'll be an old women with ten cats. 
 
I like cats.   
 
When I am with you I feel a little brave.  The madness and the wars the circles that we run.  Confusion we import look what we have become.  And all of this time I was just trying to reach you.

 

// posted by Monday

Friday, July 16, 2004

2:34 PM

*Title*
 
Well, here I am again.  Still doing the same old shit I've been doing my whole life.
 
Still a spoiled rotten brat..self-absorbed...Still creating chaos and lying to myself...what else is new... Some things will never change. 
 
Maybe this is fate...maybe I am supposed to do this...be like this...
 
I am a narcissist.  Tell me I am fucking beautiful and I'll be your pet for life.  Tell me you adore me and I'll dance.  Give me a cracker.  "I am not Britney, mother fucker."
 
I love Radiohead. the Killers. Bush. 
 
I wish I didn't have to hide.  Avoid.
 
 

// posted by Monday

Friday, July 09, 2004

11:11 PM

I have a new someone special in my life. No, Miles and I are still dating.

Haji. My new three-toed box turtle. She's a doll. Well, not literally a doll...she's a turtle. I mean she's a doll in the descriptive way, ie: personality and temperament. Anyways, totally off subject. Haji means "hold" in Japanese.

As soon as I can, I'll post some pics of her.

She's the new love of my life...oh yeah...and Miles...*but only cause he'll probably read this* Just between you and me: Haji is way better;)

Miles seems to think he is co-owner of Haji, but alas, he's wrong. She's mine. I have full custody, so if you go to his site, and he says he is the proud co-owner of a turtle, just know that he's lying. After all, you read it here first. He also says he is getting help for his heroin addiction...he lies.

I am glad to see you all haven't forsaken me. It's nice to know there are still be out there willing to put up with all my shit.

This summer is going so fast. When I finally catch my breath it will be fall.

I had so many expectations for this summer, none of which have been achieved. I often wonder if I would rather be broke then work all the time. I feel like I am losing myself. I am slipping farther away from who I want to be. Maybe it's "whom I want to be," no, that sounds like shit...it's "who."

I haven't been able to have any creative outlet yet this summer. Isn't that what summer is for? Discovery. Discover yourself just in time for school to start.

Why do I have such an urge to hide...

I guess I should end with a quote. That would be typical me...

They're burning the tenements
Topless progressive thinking
Political holes
Got 6 but pray for 7


// posted by Monday

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

10:44 PM

Ol' Drippy


You Are Ol' Drippy


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Don't worry, guys, I am still alive. Barely.

How was everyone's fourth of July? Mine was.....

I'm sorry for not posting as of late. I've been working a lot. For awhile I had two jobs and class, but now I am down to one job and no class.

But I have to be to work in several hours so I still need sleep. I feel like a big cock for not writing, and then only writing a smidgeon.

I can't believe I'm a mold.

My job makes me depressed. Very. Plus family...or lack of it, makes me depressed.

Well, I will make a conscience effort to find time...and a computer...to write more.

You are in my thoughts.

// posted by Monday

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