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Nice days are always nice

damn! that took some balls! and I'm glad you got out of it in one piece... and the cash

I'm leaving the site.... Farewell.

Yeah, Paris is great! I grew up there Wish I'd lived there when I was old enough to appreciate it though....

I think I drink too much too. Ormaybe too often, I don't know whic anymore. Must be teh alcohol... doesn't make me want to slow though! :p I must say say that I'd have second thoughts about it too, if I woke up feelings shitty. Luckily, I usually wake up still feeling drunk! Can't beat that!

Though I've never performed on a table... hmm... must try this sometime.

Now, you made your crush lunch... looking at you profile, that would mean you! How do you know what shit tastes like?

Good point about the book though... damn, that could be a problem...

Where are ya hiding? Hope you're doing OK.

Fly with your soul, not your body.

The elevators getting stuck is just the way the maintenance guy tells you he likes you

Thanks for what you said! How have you been doing?

Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

The vicious cycle

Sorry to hear about the boot, not good. Don't worry about embarrassment, it'll pass, I know.

Have fun with your bubble bath ;P

For me, those embarassing moments have ended up making for some good laughs (much later of course, when the bruises etc. are gone...)

I don't even tell myself anymore that I'll stop. The best promise I can make is to try to use moderation (the emphasis being on 'try' )

Seems like you're in a great very serene night though. Have fun!

Fate is what you make it, fuck the paper games, I always cheated on those anyways.

No posts for so long, I was starting to wonder.

hmmmm wanna hang out sometime???

::throw:: There's some love for you!

At least when you fell on the floor, you were laughing.

When I hit the floor it usually from collapsing.

You tear a seam in the fabric of time, you show me a new way, a new thing. Show me yours, and I'll show you mine.

I am there when you scream at night, I am there when your full of delight. I am here at dawn, or when you happen to smoke your bong. I am that sliver in your mind, when you just know it's time. To unleash that beast, and enjoy our feast. We play off each others words, which are definately obscure. To feel me, you must heal me. To feel what is unreal, is hard indeed.

Maybe you can feel me, if you smoke some weed?

Why no pic... Maybe... Do you really have a dick? Are you sure... You are a chick? So brash, so bold. You are unique, and that has to make one think. Are you really so bold? Are you really so hip?

Care to take another hit?

Happy Birthday!

There is a reason for each day and each event that transpires. Bonding is more than words, be grateful for great friends.

That was a really great journal entry.

Sound like your having a cozy day.

hello mr. sunshine, and a very pleasant day to you also.

i tend to just assume the world loathes me and wants me out of the picture so it sends overly happy and pleasant people my way in a sick attempt to get me to do myself in. fortunately i have a solution. walk around with your head up and the widest most fucked up grin you can manage on your face at all times. when people approach you, reply with long depraved obscenities in the most friendly pleasant tone you can manage. this usually results in crying or panicked flight. its great.

oh, and all three of them result in bad luck.