fucking cold weather. All I want is someone to be naked with, is that so hard a thing to ask for universe? Someone I'm compatable with, similar interests. Shit gotta go, time to stop being mopey- I lured the dog in to the house. time to catch that bitch
ps fuck cold weather
*edit my roomates dog is fucking stupid. The old "lure it in to the house with food then jump out from behind a corner" trick worked like a charm. Speaking of charm.. sigils. Yeah! You know what I'm talking about. I know, I write like someone reads. I have a high opinion of myself, what can I say?
cold grey skies. I have this hole where my ex was. Its been three or four months since I dumped her. stupid dog is howling now. great. anyways - god I've been here a million times before it feels like. natural state is drinking alone in the cold, it just feels I don't really know. I'm evil and manipulative and sometimes that bothers me. I'm also very social and kind. Lets just say that life is a D&D RPG. My alignment would be either Evil or Chaotic (depending on the choices- standard being G/N/E but of course you can expand to Chaotic Good/CN/CE and such. Did I mention that I'm a nerd? I rock a lot of video games. I shouldn't feel this drunk for what I've drank.
I'm in a transition and they make me crazy. I told my ex that I was essentially going to remodel my self when I did it. Our relationship didn't survive that. Granted I was her first relationship past four months. My all time high is about a year and a half. Maybe 2/3. I don't know specifics because the time it took me to recover from that one is a blur. Though I do have a few standout memories. voodolls are not something to get in to lightly. I'll say that. A binding works both ways.
I want to be the self that I idealize. But at the same time I just want to rip your clothes off and leave you sore and bruised for the next week. This is one of those moods that blood won't cure, tempting as it is. I have a flaw, its honesty. The sharp intake of breath as the blade runs over my flesh is something to me. Something?
Now what could that something be? Though as a practical use, it does have a decent, well for me, not much anymore- ability to ground dissassociation. Though I do things that favor destabilization of my behavior, thoughts, and patterns. What am I? All my traits, habits, likes, and dislikes can be changed. Reprogrammed. Whats left after the routines? The thing that directs it all? smells like pot in my house, damn hippys and their weed. smells like some choice chronic.
Eris is afoot and I'm going to dance with the old hag
ps fuck cold weather
*edit my roomates dog is fucking stupid. The old "lure it in to the house with food then jump out from behind a corner" trick worked like a charm. Speaking of charm.. sigils. Yeah! You know what I'm talking about. I know, I write like someone reads. I have a high opinion of myself, what can I say?
cold grey skies. I have this hole where my ex was. Its been three or four months since I dumped her. stupid dog is howling now. great. anyways - god I've been here a million times before it feels like. natural state is drinking alone in the cold, it just feels I don't really know. I'm evil and manipulative and sometimes that bothers me. I'm also very social and kind. Lets just say that life is a D&D RPG. My alignment would be either Evil or Chaotic (depending on the choices- standard being G/N/E but of course you can expand to Chaotic Good/CN/CE and such. Did I mention that I'm a nerd? I rock a lot of video games. I shouldn't feel this drunk for what I've drank.
I'm in a transition and they make me crazy. I told my ex that I was essentially going to remodel my self when I did it. Our relationship didn't survive that. Granted I was her first relationship past four months. My all time high is about a year and a half. Maybe 2/3. I don't know specifics because the time it took me to recover from that one is a blur. Though I do have a few standout memories. voodolls are not something to get in to lightly. I'll say that. A binding works both ways.
I want to be the self that I idealize. But at the same time I just want to rip your clothes off and leave you sore and bruised for the next week. This is one of those moods that blood won't cure, tempting as it is. I have a flaw, its honesty. The sharp intake of breath as the blade runs over my flesh is something to me. Something?
Now what could that something be? Though as a practical use, it does have a decent, well for me, not much anymore- ability to ground dissassociation. Though I do things that favor destabilization of my behavior, thoughts, and patterns. What am I? All my traits, habits, likes, and dislikes can be changed. Reprogrammed. Whats left after the routines? The thing that directs it all? smells like pot in my house, damn hippys and their weed. smells like some choice chronic. Eris is afoot and I'm going to dance with the old hag