I wrote a great, heart-wrenching journal entry last Saturday. And the damn thing didn't save when I hit the SAVE button. So...something less dramatic today.
Car still needs work. Once my LAST car repair loan gets paid off next month, I may take out a smaller one to fix some other "fix it before it dies" problems.
I got to meet SG Kerosene last night, at Casa's. I didn't realize she was a Suicide Girl until someone introduced her to me as one. She's a very cool person, and likes being massaged. I was happy to help, though I started losing consciousness around 3 AM or so.
Um...I'm not so heartbroken anymore. You don't know anything about that because that entry didn't save. But I was kind of upset. I'm mostly over it now. But it's still painful sometimes...Kat is still a touchy-feely person with other people, and now I--her first EVERYTHING--am not allowed to touch her. Hardly at all...getting a hug goodnight is a treat. It was the best relationship I ever had, with a storybook beginning and a less-thatn-perfect ending. At least we're still cool, and talk about stuff. We go to Casa's and psychoanalyze each other. It's...educational. Yeah, that's a good word.
Jeff Buckley has provided the soundtrack for my life for the last two weeks or so. Some of the songs describe my feelings almost exactly. And driving around, singing along to his soaring falsetto notes and heart-wrenching screams is kinda cathartic,
Um, that's it. Kat's waiting for me to finish so we can go to Casa's. Yes, that's basically all we do these days, wait for the sun to set and go to our favorite beatnik cafe. If you're in the Va Beach area (assuming anyone reads this) stop by and say hello. I'm the redhead in the white shirt, probably nursing an iced tea ("the more I drink, the cheaper it gets!") sitting with a short, dark-haired girl. See you around...
Car still needs work. Once my LAST car repair loan gets paid off next month, I may take out a smaller one to fix some other "fix it before it dies" problems.
I got to meet SG Kerosene last night, at Casa's. I didn't realize she was a Suicide Girl until someone introduced her to me as one. She's a very cool person, and likes being massaged. I was happy to help, though I started losing consciousness around 3 AM or so.
Um...I'm not so heartbroken anymore. You don't know anything about that because that entry didn't save. But I was kind of upset. I'm mostly over it now. But it's still painful sometimes...Kat is still a touchy-feely person with other people, and now I--her first EVERYTHING--am not allowed to touch her. Hardly at all...getting a hug goodnight is a treat. It was the best relationship I ever had, with a storybook beginning and a less-thatn-perfect ending. At least we're still cool, and talk about stuff. We go to Casa's and psychoanalyze each other. It's...educational. Yeah, that's a good word.
Jeff Buckley has provided the soundtrack for my life for the last two weeks or so. Some of the songs describe my feelings almost exactly. And driving around, singing along to his soaring falsetto notes and heart-wrenching screams is kinda cathartic,
Um, that's it. Kat's waiting for me to finish so we can go to Casa's. Yes, that's basically all we do these days, wait for the sun to set and go to our favorite beatnik cafe. If you're in the Va Beach area (assuming anyone reads this) stop by and say hello. I'm the redhead in the white shirt, probably nursing an iced tea ("the more I drink, the cheaper it gets!") sitting with a short, dark-haired girl. See you around...
dream__brother:
You know what? Without regular access to a computer, updating this journal proved to be a pain in the ass. I should have a computer in my apartment in less than a week...but from now on, if you care, just read my LJ. dream__brother.
rin:
tron funkin' blow is from the movie 'fubar'. get up on your canadian mockumentaries, yo!