gekkeiju23

i'm sick of the nasty piss yellow "update your page" reminder screaming at me.
so, here's an update:
i worked.
i did the usual human things:ate, slept, shat, etc. ad nauseum.
i read some.
i folded some laundry.
i played some SIMS.

i'm so glamorous and foxy i give myself a boner.
seriously.
so.....who wants to make out?

what's new?

i saw someone that looked like someone from the past.
my past.
and i had to stop myself from grabbing this stranger and shaking them and hugging them and kissing them and screaming at them...
like i would you if i ever saw you again.
it was like a kick in the stomach to meet their eyes and not have that mutual recognition.
i wanted...
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I love huckabees.

I love huckabees.

i wanted to be a sailor for Halloween-easy enough costume.
i just don't want anyone thinking i'm the marshmallow man.
yeah-i feel that good right now.
i actually disdain dressing up in costume-i'm barely comfortable in dress clothes, so an entire different persona would cause me epilectic fits.

this is all rather ironic, considering i work in a costume store.
i also generally despise people-funny...
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i filled out that dating profile extravaganza.
it was really kinda misleading-i'm not really looking for anyone, even friends.
not because they aren't welcome, but because i haven't got time to devote to the cultivation of a relationship.

that, and i strongly feel that i'm really kinda tame.

i mean, i predominantly enjoy myself, and when i am able to go out everyone seems...
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the neighbors are drunk-
again-
like every other day...
it must be 6:00pm-
they sing, loudly and off-key, soulful gospel tunes that play even louder on the radio...
laughing between the wailings of Mississippi and brothers and sisters and strange fruit and a time long gone by-

boredom is contagious.

i'm not a big drinker; perhaps if i learned to be i could forget how...
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did i dream you dreamed about me?

leaving-

...she worships the hot pink crush of desperately wanting that which she will never ever have...she dreams of love & bed & skin whispers, grasping with 1,000 fingers at any hint of reciprocation...it's never there; its not her fault, really, that she could never please them...

she doesn't have a dick.

it kills her a little more each time...

i know

you know

she...
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not a happy day.