yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


some days i fall madly in love with myself. today is one of those days.these stitches were dissolvable but here you are with pliers pulling at my skin and not believing that things can change. and i thought that i was safe or unsafe or my thoughts were clear and not a jumble and they were not coal and you were not a miner. i shove it down my throat and cough and purge out the blood and fear and religion and hope that i can mix it into an alcoholic beverage that would take away the static cling of tight skirts that i wear that impress no one. i just want to act like i invented computers and cars so i can brag about how smart i am to people that are never really listening, just touching hands and bases and dragging and cursing.

gosh, you have no idea how fucking alone i've been. i've been laying on the couch waiting for harper to get off work so i can show him my tan lines. well. i hafto go and make dinner. G'night.

d-land