got the side of my lip re-pierced tonight. haha bartered a burned copy of the new used cd for it :o) hot shit.
i also went to wal mart where i saw guns on the top riser (shelf) the metal display for it was broken so someone could just steal one of these guns. i talked to a store manager about it and he talked to me like i was a child. in no form was i rude nor aggressive with him. i was just voicing my concern for guns being availiable to the public and someone could steal one. lord knows in my town people are fucking stupid. i admit i know relatively nothing about guns but i still think it's alarming that people can just walk in and take one....
i think i put a new picture in my folders showing what i look like with the piercing. and let me tell you scar tissue isn't so bad to be re-pierced. though scar tissue for tattoos isn't too pleasant.
and i didn't write anything tonight i was just updating my wonderful journal.
but in the series of... hmm i need to come up with an alias for him... anywho in the series of the writings here's one of the long ones... you don't have to read it i warn you it's longggggggg...
blooming to wilt
costuming my emotions as you costume your intentions
and the rain is falling, diluting my expectations
intensely set on conversation....
being party to an embarassing situation...
the music hypnotizing and setting my mood
salvation found in cancer and caffiene
talking to try and make the introvert shy away
but i'm myself, always the same
mesmorized by your silence
words will ruin what's been created
my imagination runs wild
dreaming. wishing. hoping.
interaction with metaphors
action by drinks
inaction by solitude. lull me to sleep again.
and i'm interested for nothing more than elucidation
i'm trekking to the land of never
mapping out the constellations for my chance
rolling the die and placing my bets
taking shots and i'll never regret
time after time i'd sacrifice myself
i digress. i go back to my start
camoflauging emotions and ignoring my heart
learning to love all over again
another night and maybe i'll finally win
needing a stronger perscription for insight
reliving the moments, the best of my life
a song. i'm working on the lyrics
composing my symphony
conducting me now is what i thought i'd lost
(i never missed it and if i did i'd never admit it)
words whispering through headphones to my soul
echoing my life... reverberating beliefs
save me.
a cloud of smoke fogging my thoughts
figuring out if i need this or not
during the night i'll roam to where you want to meet
let it be the star lined path to eternity
inspire hope and assassinate my flaws
each breath a gasp for another wish
fate and destiny may or may not exist
at this moment i'm thankful for this
an opprotunity i'm glad i didn't miss
cherishing the new chapter as my story unfolds
sooner or later truth be told
so interesting yet intimidating
hold my hand and win me over
the batteries dying as my "day" expires
gambling for another tomorrow
new experiences never seemed so inviting
exhaling my breath as pessemism is dying
this is my turn. this is my time. i'm taking control of my life.
a dreamer i am and a dreamer i'll always be
a dream for life and living for fantasy
by the way Mercie you'll be proud to know i called him. we talked for a couple minutes. what a cute accent ::smiles::
GentlemanCaller i'll have Mercie call you when i get out to Glen Burnie later today if you're still interested in helping me move
i also went to wal mart where i saw guns on the top riser (shelf) the metal display for it was broken so someone could just steal one of these guns. i talked to a store manager about it and he talked to me like i was a child. in no form was i rude nor aggressive with him. i was just voicing my concern for guns being availiable to the public and someone could steal one. lord knows in my town people are fucking stupid. i admit i know relatively nothing about guns but i still think it's alarming that people can just walk in and take one....
i think i put a new picture in my folders showing what i look like with the piercing. and let me tell you scar tissue isn't so bad to be re-pierced. though scar tissue for tattoos isn't too pleasant.
and i didn't write anything tonight i was just updating my wonderful journal.
but in the series of... hmm i need to come up with an alias for him... anywho in the series of the writings here's one of the long ones... you don't have to read it i warn you it's longggggggg...
blooming to wilt
costuming my emotions as you costume your intentions
and the rain is falling, diluting my expectations
intensely set on conversation....
being party to an embarassing situation...
the music hypnotizing and setting my mood
salvation found in cancer and caffiene
talking to try and make the introvert shy away
but i'm myself, always the same
mesmorized by your silence
words will ruin what's been created
my imagination runs wild
dreaming. wishing. hoping.
interaction with metaphors
action by drinks
inaction by solitude. lull me to sleep again.
and i'm interested for nothing more than elucidation
i'm trekking to the land of never
mapping out the constellations for my chance
rolling the die and placing my bets
taking shots and i'll never regret
time after time i'd sacrifice myself
i digress. i go back to my start
camoflauging emotions and ignoring my heart
learning to love all over again
another night and maybe i'll finally win
needing a stronger perscription for insight
reliving the moments, the best of my life
a song. i'm working on the lyrics
composing my symphony
conducting me now is what i thought i'd lost
(i never missed it and if i did i'd never admit it)
words whispering through headphones to my soul
echoing my life... reverberating beliefs
save me.
a cloud of smoke fogging my thoughts
figuring out if i need this or not
during the night i'll roam to where you want to meet
let it be the star lined path to eternity
inspire hope and assassinate my flaws
each breath a gasp for another wish
fate and destiny may or may not exist
at this moment i'm thankful for this
an opprotunity i'm glad i didn't miss
cherishing the new chapter as my story unfolds
sooner or later truth be told
so interesting yet intimidating
hold my hand and win me over
the batteries dying as my "day" expires
gambling for another tomorrow
new experiences never seemed so inviting
exhaling my breath as pessemism is dying
this is my turn. this is my time. i'm taking control of my life.
a dreamer i am and a dreamer i'll always be
a dream for life and living for fantasy
by the way Mercie you'll be proud to know i called him. we talked for a couple minutes. what a cute accent ::smiles::
GentlemanCaller i'll have Mercie call you when i get out to Glen Burnie later today if you're still interested in helping me move
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gentlemancaller:
thanks again for dinner! Next time you move you musn't have heavy bed bases and ridiculously shitty packing tape live and learn i suppose. See your line dancin' ass Tuesday!
bodybagromance:
Happy moving day!