the sky was made of amethyst and the stars look just like little fish

I was reading a story in Augusten Burroughs' Magical Thinking today. It's a wonderful little story where he's been dating someone for a few weeks and has quickly fallen in love but is obsessed with trying to figure out how the other guy feels about him. And there's this really wonderful line or two: "I don't want to know what my feelings are until I know what his are. Somehow I know this can't be right." I hate sounding like one of those people who reads something or hears something and suddenly thinks THAT'S SO ME but it happened. Everybody probably feels that way though. Just let me say, this once, that I feel it more. Why be so afraid of feelings and even hide them and suppress them because of insecurity? (As I reread that sentence, suddenly it seems like an okay excuse...) What if the other person is doing the same thing? Are we all equally crazy?

hair's too long and in your eyes, your lips a perfect suck-me size

Not a very productive day today. But I got up at 9:00 and gave myself a haircut. I guess that can be of note. Did some painting. Staved off my Mountain Dew craving. What more do you want from me?


There is nothing to fear but fear itself. But it can really get you, so watch out.

that i would be good even if I gain 10 pounds

I have to find a mortuary to do some observations in. Before I take any real mortuary classes, apparently I'm supposed to find out if I'm going to pass out or stab myself with dirty needles and have someone "official" swear that in their professional opinion, i won't.

On a lighter note, this semester is almost over and I've done pretty well, considering my life of debauchery and constant rutting.

these stories don't mean anything if I've got no one to tell them to

I haven't had a Mountain Dew in almost 2 days. I would stay away from me if I were you.

averageeverydaysanepsychosupergoddess

An Easter play, in one act.

God: Hey, Joey!
Joey, surprised: Oh, hi God. I didn't see you there.
God: No problem.
Joey: So what's up?
God: Not too much. Just thought I'd check in.
Joey: Thanks.
God: You know, you're going to be okay someday.
Joey: When? When I'm dead?
God, chuckling: Well, no, not then...
Joey: Hey, that's not funny. (Pauses) Well, it sorta is. So God has a sense of humor.
God: Where do you think you got it from? Nice ass, by the way.

i said brrrr! it's cold in here

there must be some clovers in the atmosphere.

nothing to write...

do you love your guns? god? government? Fuck you.

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falling in love again, never wanted to. what am i to do? i can't help it.

What do you wear to meet a nudist?

I'm feeling a bit better now that I did when I wrote here a few days ago.

Nothing really new to report.

i wash the windows outside in hopes that the glare will bring you around

I haven't done any paintings in quite a while. I started drawing on a canvas a couple days ago, so we'll see if anything turns up. I think it's a drawing of my ex, even though it wasn't intended to be. I guess it doesn't have to be him. We've been attempting a friendship after not speaking for a year and a half after we broke up. Still not sure where's that's going to go. It's hard to forget some things, but when you loved someone that much, those things you loved are still there. That's hard to admit. It was nice sometimes when we weren't talking because I could pretend he was a piece of shit, but talking to him reminds me that he's not.

i got pills that are blue i got pills that are red i got pills that will make me forget what i said

I've wanted a massage for several months now but apparently they all come with hand jobs, etc. now. I'm not going to pay for a handjob, etc.

We need another celebrity death to focus on.