I tend to manifest my changes in terms of a major make-over of sorts..hair usually is the victim most obvious.. While tattooing may have been an ok answer for me at points, I think if I had tattooed a symbol of every new change, every new turning point in my life, I would have ended…
I have come to the conclusion that persuing or perusing the men in my life has brought me nothing but incompletion and degradation in terms of who what when where why how…You never know what you want, and when you have what you say you were looking for it seems that is is never enough…..
ok, so perhaps blaming the tool is not the way to go about things…blaming the user perhaps is. I just find it interesting and uninspiring how so many people find reason and addiction and inspiration in a device that was supposed to be a tool for information cultivation. Originally wasn’t that the direction of marketing?…
I have come to some conclusions about some things here in the whole internet world that have manipulated me into changing my mantra. This to: I will not fuck around with any of you asses in person. With the boys are these dark twisted games of trying to pretend that your energy can overcome the…
i’m lost, find me my wings are broken can you eat them my mom is black yours is white I am angst kill me now I swear looking at these pages gets more hOmOsexual by the day, what with all the I am a sad face, watch me cry crackbaby titling…But maybe I’m just having…
hmm..triple three three three..times. I try and try to figure it out, all these fucked up heartbeats around me, the men who don’t fucking feel the smallest sentiment to my best friend who seems to be able to cry at the drop of a hat. I used to think that I consistently had some positive…
so yea…there’s this thing that can happen. I was adopted. I met my birth mother for the first time on Thursday evening. Although. huh. I feel speechless. Exhausted. FRancis calls her BAbs. I called her Barbara, and at times, mom. CAN you really trade in your parents for the real thing? hell no. BUt you…
but kinna photogenic for a mutt…bahahahaah…it’s 2:30, and I don’t wanna deal with this work thing I have been very bad about…crimethinc has some interesting and on-point philosophies about living…now if only having money didn’t matter…pffffffffffffttttttttttttt…..she’s so pissed in the one below…..and here is ghetto…uncharacteristically sedate.hahahaha
damn thing won’t defuzz…whatever…. kiss kiss **deAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
repierced my lip. again. though the pain was less intense, or i was more numb than the last time…i had to take it out for a spindly job at a sport’s bar. then hacked a mini dot in my nostril for the balance…and though the living room is a far better place for the computer,…
