[20 Jan 2004|08:27am] [ play dead ]- a place called hate, the city of fear. you seem to have a lack of faith in the living. somewhere along the line you were hurt and mislead, and you havent found your way back enough to trust people yet. for the moment you would rather stay locked inside yourself where you figure it will be the most safe. this is not living, merely existing. hopefully you come out soon. What Bjork Song Are You Most Like? w/ Pictures brought to you by Quizilla 2 casualties| click click aim

[23 Nov 2003|08:32pm] i changed something.... 5 casualties| click click aim

[22 Nov 2003|01:00pm] also, hi. im going to 'clean up' my friends list i think because i either dont read your journal, i dont comment, or i just dont know you. nothing personal <3 ps. new layout. isnt it awesome? it is. 5 casualties| click click aim

TEARS [22 Nov 2003|12:05pm] oh no! jonathan brandis killed himself!?!?!? BUT SIDEKICKS! SEAQUEST! :( i used to kiss my posters of him. this isnt like that ridiculous JTT death thing. he for really real is dead. oh i am so sad. like a knife through my heart. 12 casualties| click click aim

[21 Nov 2003|12:00pm] holy fucking shit are you kidding me? i ended up on a debate team about terrorism with a jesus freak. i already hate him for his petty views about abortion, his biggot attitude towards homosexuals and now... now... HIS SOLUTION TO THE WAR IS TO START A CRUSADE. he wants to fucking force christianity on the middle eastern people. thats his fucking answer. i cant do this. im going to kick him in the throat. what the...where...he cant.. i .. im so frustrated. i cant have this person and his small views on my team. die asshole. die. 5 casualties| click click aim

[20 Nov 2003|11:57am] "youre so fun to talk to that i want to share my semen with you" -- uh.. im going to take that as a compliment, ok? he makes me laugh all the time. i appreciate that. sometimes its really strange who you end up forming relationships [friendships] with. bored(work + am) = ( x ) click click aim

[19 Nov 2003|06:45pm] [ mood | cranky ] [ music | the bled ] dearest T-Mobile, FUCK YOU. thanks, erica use myspace/aim to send me messages. :( otherwise, here i sit locked in my house because i wont know whats happening until friday. 2 days no phone. its because i saw the bunny bread truck. for awhile i thought that truck was the coolest thing ever, now it seems to be a bad omen. jerks. 2 casualties| click click aim

[17 Nov 2003|02:53pm] today is a pouty day. i want blankets. and a bed. and movies. or i want someone to return my memoirs of a geisha and i will occupy my time with that instead. but i cant remember who has it. cornered in the bathroom earlier : girl :: "excuse me" -yes? girl :: "are you an art major?" -no. girl :: "so you think you might go into the corporate world with that tattoo?" -yup. girl :: "whats your major?" -psychology girl :: "you think your patients are going to repsect you with that?" -yes i do. my 'patients' will either be dead, or murderers. then she just stared at me. i really wish i knew where my glasses were. :( someone explain to me why having a tattoo.. or piercings, makes people think they have some odd right to confront you about it. ?!?! baffles me. hm. 13 casualties| click click aim

and it went a little something like this [16 Nov 2003|02:52am] so tonight, at about 8:30pm, ginger and i were sitting in Fuel when she spotted a flyer for 926 about From Ashes Rise playing and she totally flipped out thinking she might miss it. best thing she said was "FUCK DUDE, we could be seeing from ashes rise but instead were sitting here drinking lattes and listening to david bowie. thats lame." so we walked over to the show and ginger got to see one of her favorite bands and buy some other good records shes been looking for. also, for some reason at the show i couldnt stop laughing. i was having a hysterical fit all by myself. all these kids posing in their hardcore stance of doom were annoyed i think. IM SORRY BUT THE KID WITH THE WHITE POOFY HAT MADE ME LAUGH WHEN HE WAS ROCKING OUT. we went to riverhorse and towards the end of the night everything got really weird and funny. it became all hectic and amusing. ginger and i were falling out of chairs laughing. i havent enjoyed riverhorse for quite sometime. tonight was fun. oh yeah, so my half sleeve was finished last night, but jake kept looking at it and decided he wants to add more. ive lost creative control of my tattoos. now i just sit and take it while he works. :/ 7 hrs of work and counting... 1 casualty| click click aim

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