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I trusted you. You were the first person to take interest in me (too bad I didn’t realize sooner that it wasn’t my mind you were after). I trusted all the sweet words and gentle touches. I trusted you…too bad.
» Posted By Me On 03.30.2011 @ 6:02 pm
Everything is digital. Everyting is technology. Technology is evil but like other evil things it is here to stay. So what do we do? Embrace it and try to combat it’s devilish ways. If that’s possible, or maybe we’re just victims of this digital world. Listen to digital age by green day I think that’s what it’s called. I might have made that up don’t know why i even brought that up. K, that’s all. Ramble, ramble, ramble on my comp. Digitally.
» Posted By Me On 03.29.2011 @ 10:34 am
is awful. Analogue is the smooth way to live. No jaggies, no aliasing, just raw noise and lifelike edges. Trust me, digital DOES NOT MAKE THINGS BETTER. Say it out loud. ANALOGUE!!!
» Posted By me On 03.29.2011 @ 7:08 am
digital digital get down. just you and me. we can get together naturally baby we’ll be together on the digital screen. n*sync reminds me of the holidays when i was young.. choreographing dances to boy band music and forcing my cousin and brother to dance with me.
» Posted By Me On 03.28.2011 @ 1:10 pm
the audience watched as the man accidentally stabbed himself with the real knife. His wife smiled from the backstage area as she was the one who had switched the two. The audience cried out as they realized the death scene was authentic and screams were heard throughout the night.
» Posted By Me On 03.27.2011 @ 4:45 pm
I, however, am exactly the same as you might imagine- one, like all others, I want to believe that I’m different. Even as I write this I don’t believe it. There really is something special about me. Me. Well, sure there is Laurel, just as there is about everyone else in the world besides you.
» Posted By me On 03.23.2011 @ 4:20 pm
He approached the lake wishing that he could be at the Ocean instead. The lake was calm, the ocean would be full of life. He was not content with stillness and never would be but as usually he settled for the next best thing. After staring at the lake for a few minutes, George decided that there wasn’t much for him here and headed back home.
» Posted By Me On 03.23.2011 @ 8:48 am
fat rolls. butt. guys with no necks. girls with no asses. steroids. spray tans. hours. heavy breathing. bikes. sweat. gulping water. ipod.
» Posted By me On 03.17.2011 @ 8:51 pm
is a place i went to to get fit didnt go to well hot girls low selfesteim and built dudes me flabby fat weak and sad it was cool at 1st but then i was like i want sex with them but cant get stoped going got fatter truth be told
» Posted By me On 03.17.2011 @ 6:03 pm
» Posted By Me On 03.15.2011 @ 12:47 pm
They are on your feet.Theyare still on your feet.I really don’t know what else to say.SHOES!Um vomit.Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh HIGH heels.You wear them with a dress or somethin sometimes with just normal clothes.
» Posted By Me On 03.15.2011 @ 11:28 am
» Posted By Me On 03.13.2011 @ 1:40 pm
warmth and comfort. stylish women, chic paris, french – hermes, chloe. a woman in charge, a woman with ideas and creativity.
a travel companion. it can carry a familiar smell and feel and then it gets dingy, old and tired.
» Posted By me On 03.11.2011 @ 12:07 pm
have you ever thought about….? I wondered lonely as a cloud and wondered what I was doing here
That’s it. I have no subconscious!
» Posted By Me On 03.10.2011 @ 5:38 am
I had wondered how & who & what I was & could be. I have learned that I will never know, I will constantly be wondering & learning, & discovering myself, & that is okay. It is alright that “finding yourself” isn’t a one time thing, it is never ending, it’s life.
» Posted By Me On 03.09.2011 @ 5:43 pm
I almost got what I wanted. Almost but I took a chance and fucked up. I could really go back and change things but fuck it. Its too easy to walk away.
» Posted By me On 03.07.2011 @ 10:40 pm
How could I put this? There is no example of one’s life.. Life is not planned.. You just go along with what happens, its unpredictable. And thats one of the things that pisses me off about it.
» Posted By Me On 03.05.2011 @ 9:11 pm
I cant control what I THINK. I just think , what is wrong with me? Do I have a problem? Whatever its just , whatever, thats al I can say, really. All these problems.. are so hard. I wish it could all be over. Please make it be over.
» Posted By Me On 03.04.2011 @ 7:28 pm
my keychain is my dogs name, tahoe. i got it in lake tahoe with my best friend nikki. Also I have one from san francisco on the best trip i had when i was a senior. keychains are pretty. they hold together necessary thigns you need. it helps me not lose them. makes it easy to find.
» Posted By me On 02.27.2011 @ 10:43 pm
I already had this word… I don’t understand.
But I do like that entry about Jensen. Supernatural FTW.
I love this fandom. It’s so strong.
» Posted By me On 02.27.2011 @ 1:48 am
I’m not sure about this game but… Manly? Well, stereotypically. Hey, this site could actually be very useful for my writer’s block.
» Posted By me On 02.27.2011 @ 1:46 am
when i ran down the road i noticed the outlet for sewerage was leaking all over the street polluting our town with fecal and urine matter, did i tell the council? well no i was too busy trying to avoid that floating poo that looked like a snickers bar.
» Posted By me On 02.21.2011 @ 8:02 pm
The wooly sweater was just what I wanted. Complete with a tacky snow scene and real bells sticthed to the fabric. It was perfect, and best of all… It looked warm. Oh so warm, and cosy.
» Posted By Me On 02.16.2011 @ 2:37 pm
Chocolate, Jesse thought, was most definitely a gift from God. If there was one. He wasn’t even really sure what he thought about that subject anymore, but damn, he sure did love chocolate, and so that was all that mattered at the moment. The melt of milk chocolate the second it hit his tongue. The sweet, sweet taste going down, and the bitter, bitter aftertaste.
» Posted By Me On 02.15.2011 @ 7:22 pm
magical. mysterious. is it what you need? is it real?
what will it do? how do you know?
pills can be anything. who knows if they work.
you can take them to help you. you can take them to hurt you.
» Posted By Me On 02.06.2011 @ 11:53 am
the controller seemed like it implicated more then just the ability to conveniently change the channel. I think maybe it is a metaphor for life in the you can often times you control life from a distance so you don’t get hurt.
» Posted By me On 02.05.2011 @ 10:22 pm
It was much too hot to go outside that Wednesday, so I stayed in. Which is what I usually do anyway, but the heat gave me a legitimate excuse. So I decide that I really want to play Xbox, which is again something I do daily anyway, but bare with me. I turn on the console, load up the game… but the fucking controller is gone. I’ve misplaced the stupid thing before, many times, but my room is now impeccably clean and there are no hiding spots left for it. Except now it’s completely disappeared and I’m SOL and it’s as if some sort of deity does not want me to mow down wave after wave of Nazi zombie. Which doesn’t really make all that much sense, as the NAzi Zombie is basically the devil’s cabana boy. So I say fuck it and take a nap. Then there’s a knock on the door and I open it and there’s naught but a ransom note. Or a sucide note; I can’t tell. I guess it’s from my absconding Xbox controller, and controllers can’t write. But there is a picture accompanying it, and it’s of my old controller tied up somewhere. And then I wake the hell up and pray to someone that my drink wasn’t spiked.
» Posted By Me On 02.05.2011 @ 8:43 pm
This word has appeared to me about 5 times in a row…WTF? I believe I still don’t know how this thing works…
» Posted By me On 02.05.2011 @ 12:11 am
otra vez esta palabra, me asusta un poco por que acabo de meditar yestoy tranquila, con la mente relajada y no quiero pensar en el suicidio… Aún así me parece interesante poder escribir algo y luego poder leerlo para así analizar cambios en mi vida personal a través del tiempo. Alguna vez pensé en el suicidio como una solución, y es triste, no recuerdo muy bien por qué era, seguramente algo familiar (es lo que más me afecta realmente) pero si, es triste pensar que alguna vez llegué a considerarlo, y siendo tan chiquita… Pero aún más triste es pensar qué tanto podía llegar a estár pasando por mi mente en ese momento!? La sensación tuvo que haber sido horrible…
» Posted By me On 02.05.2011 @ 12:04 am
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i love your funny face.
» Posted By me On 02.02.2011 @ 9:25 am