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NEW APARTMENT DANCE!

Yes, oh yes, I finally get to fucking fly out of Hell.
Hell was annoying. Hell was fucking annoying to put it lightly.

Now instead of a good two dozen miles of nothing in any direction I get to be two blocks from my bar. adding another block will get you to the library and bus station. another block and I'm...
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prockgirlscout:
Well worth the effort, me thinks.
pistolita:
fuck yeah new apartmentsssss!
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So no one enjoyed my clever little interpretation of my current attitude towards love...
c'est la vie.



I miss my cello.
I miss it a lot. It was a good cello. It was stolen in 97'.
It was a good cello and it was mine.
I hope I get another one soon.
I know I'll be starting over, lucky to even remember 'Mary...
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prockgirlscout:
At least you're still doing it. Everyone expected me to be a famed graphic artist or typographer when I grew up and now I'm a whore for the transportation industry. blackeyed
adaline:
It is beautiful. Really.

You played Cello??? That was the one instrument I always, always wanted to learn. I played fluit, sax and bass, but never strings. I should learn. I really should, but it becomes hard to see the lines, and the way. What is important and which battles you should choose.

I want you to see my new designs, what you think. I loose myself in it, but find little comfort. I'm sure you understand.

xoxo all my blood.
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Sitting (sweating), waiting in a car, listening to my usual song

SPOILERS! (Click to view)
[When I dream, I dream of your lips
When I dream, I dream of your kiss
When I dream, I dream of your fists
Your fists... Your fists

Leave me bleeding on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow for the next round
Keep this scene inside your head...
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vanessa:
i miss yooou.
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Amsterdam.

I think I'll set my sights there. Something to put on the horizon.

New York isn't ready for me and I'm not quite ready for it again. San Francisco is even more awkward than it was before. I'm too young to have developed a tolerance for L.A. PortIand has been dying for years and I think its Time Of...
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adaline:
Well that's too bad! I would have suggested meeting for coffee and gallery hopping. Muah, oh well. That is too bad though.

I couldn't imagine Edith not making art.

Next time you are in Portland come when there are some art openings - beginning or end of the month.
palo:
Wine may be in your blood, but I'm not even sure blood is running through my veins anymore.

Here's the 2004 story.

I was living in NJ for the summer, but came back to Boston to spend the weekend with a Harvard grad student I liked. We spent a couple days together and then he went home for the 4th. I didn't want to go back home, so I stayed with another friend, who brought me to a party. I met one of the men I'd eventually have my first threesome with at that party. We watched the fireworks from a rooftop in downtown Boston, and had water balloons thrown at us on the walk home.
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I still don't know how to make friends that aren't models I met on the internet.

And its really starting to bother me deeply. Still can't connect with anyone in this city.
You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved.

just like everybody else does.

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tafkasp:
sometimes, friends are overrated.

"There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you "

i think the club is the problem.
tafkasp:
i hear ya. i thought identity was something we would have figured out by now. i thought "finding oneself" was supposed to be this activity saved for jr. high and high school students, not men. ugh.

so i can empathize with you as well. i'd love to run away right now, but i don't even know where i'd run to. it just seems that no matter where you end up going, you're always going to be there -- can't escape your own mind, which is ultimately the problem.

if i was braver, i think i'd totally be a great drug addict right now. i totally see the appeal in escaping from reality.

anyway, i digress. thanks for your comment. i appreciate it. i hope you find what you're looking for too.

kiss
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When I dream I dream of your lips
When I dream I dream of your kiss
When I dream I dream of your fists
Your fists... Your fists

Leave me bleeding on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow for the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
The swelling goes down

And if you're ever...
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morgan:
Ha! i've been sick and miserable with a stomachache the last couple of days and I just saw your testimonial. It made me giggle like a dork and totally cheered me up.

Thank you!
richardson:
you're welcome to lean on my shoulder whenever you want. i sometimes need to rest and bury my head in someone's neck, too.
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What a nightmare. I don't even have the energy to know where to start.

I don't know if I can live in this lookinglass world. Or perhaps its Wonderland thats really home.
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mnislahi:
aww thats too cute. kiss
nixon:
This should explain the British children...

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Ah, the tragedy of gender. How easily and willing I'd be to fall into an abusive relationship. But how can I find a woman who will tell me I'm shit and give me black eyes? I'm too tired to put myself down anymore and lets face it, I'm lonely.

Also it seems I get to be an uncle at the end...
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morgan:
Next time we go outside to feed them, I'll (ahem) snap some pictures of the turtles for you. Get it, because they're snapping turtles?

God, I'm a loser.

They're kinda weird looking, the snapping turtles. Like they've got beaks.
vanessa:
My dddeeesssiiidddiiiaaalove

i'ms orry. I've been having issues typing lately as I'm cranky because my jaw and head hurt all the time since I have 4 gaping holes in my mouth that are healing very slowlyfrown

I asked Nixon if she knew what happened to you last time I saw her,but I must have been high or drunk cuz I cant remember what she said. shocked

I missed you, my darling effeminate boyfriend.