i want only to sip cappuccino and have intense, but calmly satisfying conversation. the kind of verbal dance that makes my skin scream with pleasure.
the world is beautiful today. and poetic. the way the wind rustles my loose socks. the way it encourages me to smoke less by devouring my cigarette way too quickly.
the world is always beautiful. well, that's a lie. having been for a walk in the park today though, I actually stated that it was a good thing even though I live in a backstreet slum, there;s still some natural beauty and real-life wildlife still existent in my busy, polluted borough. That made me feel a hell of a lot better about the world.
so! yesterday i got some more shading on my tattoo.
for clarification: it is hot rod flames from my mid-upper thigh to the top/back of my shoulder. it is on my right side.
it was all rib work yesterday. it hurt so much and i'm a big baby when it comes to seemingly never ending pain. i cryed so hard he had to stop because... Read More
Yes, actually, he's moved around quite a bit in the past 2 months, having to deal with some new cats for a while, which he hates. Hopefully he's not really sick, just depressed from it all... He keeps licking the floor randomly for no reason, which is kinda scary cause it's frickin weird and makes no sense. So would raw fish be a good idea? Maybe I'll go fishing and bring him back some fresh straight out of the river fish I bet he'd enjoy that
Awwwwwww, that's a real shame. I'm quite shy if I don't know anyone, but once a conversation is started, I have a skill of the "conversation circle" which revolves and revolves. I'll take one subject. For example, a condom. So, we'll all start talking about something related to teh condom, then go on tangents to soething else. After 20 minutes we could be talking about, maybe, toast. Or the economy. Then, someone will say "So, yea. Condoms" and then a whole new conversation will start.
It's really funny.
By the way, I generally talk too much, so all my friends are used to my blabbering. I talk more than ay of my friends.
I hate losing friends, and only really disassociate myself if I feel I have to for ethical/political reasons.
So, that's it.
Pop by, perhaps we can be friends? I like new people to talk to. Heh, or "talk at" if you prefer. Hehehehehe
on the plus side. i did dye my bangs purple. they're super cute. and you better believe it.
going to go eat the ravenously good chinese food now.
p.s. down with managers! down with stupid thoughtless boys who think i'll date them because they SAY they used to have a mohawk. and above all . . . down with damn... Read More
now, is that 10,000 hershey kisses? cuz that sure would be cool. i'd probably have to get started on the sex before i finished all 10,000 of the hershey kisses, i don't think i could eat that man (even if, god forbid, i shared).
my mom really likes it and so, for mothers day she wanted to get it tattooed on her. well my mom doesnt have any tattoos but she will! its all very exciting.
im supposed to get more work done on my torso peice soon. i have to finish my ribs/and hip bone area... Read More
my mom really likes it and so, for mothers day she wanted to get it tattooed on her. well my mom doesnt have any tattoos but she will! its all very exciting. we're going monday for her very first ever tattoo experience.
im supposed to get more work done on my torso peice... Read More
(chorus)
there is no solace in your arms tonight.
there are no memories that still feel right,
your eyes are burning fire, you are not the same to me.
i used to feel desire, you are not the same to me.
our love was boundless two years ago,
with highschool highs and highschool lows
we kissed like school children on the playground.
tears drop, i fall away from you.
unenchanted once again
like dry ice your fingertips burn my skin
we clung together; two sheets to the wind
i came back to ya again and again
tell me when will this tug o' war melancholy end?
there is no solace in your arms tonight,
there are no memories that still feel right
your eyes are empty (no more fire)you are not the same.
my eyes are wet (where's the desire) you are oh so lame.
very cool glasses