My self-induced detox/slow january is officially over .. yet i just couldn't find any time this weekend to be arsed to actually go clubbing or do anything VAGUELY social.
I actually pulled out of 2 pre-scheduled such events.. no make that 3 .. or was it 4.
I slept , watched some Farscape .. and read 2 Harry Potter books .. (1 left.. then I am also in queue for book 5).
Err , I can't think of anything redeeming I did this weekend.. honestly.
We visited the Holly Wood Cemetery in Richmond and afterward had a get together at the house.
I can't sleep again tonight. My head is going in circles.
This is the story of my mornings trying to get ready for school (or any other thing i have to do in the morning)...
As I wander aimlessly through my room looking for things to wear I stumble along socks
They are the easiest things to choose to wear yet the hardest...
I never knew putting on two different socks would cause such havoc...
I lay there still and I let you touch me
Crawl up my shirt slowly
Look me in the eyes and Ill close them tightly
Play with my nipples ever so slighty
You know what happened last time
Bruised and swollen hard as a rock
Nip at them with your mouth
Ill pretend to like it
I moan a little
Making noise will distract me
Put your tounge down my troat
Choke me with your toxic breath
Lick your way down my stomach
Okay finishing up a funding proposal and I've seen different variations, but which one is correct.
"grass roots" OR "grassroots"
All you walking dictionaries out there, lemme know.
Just returned from church with my mother. Unitarian Universalism is utterly void of ritual. Ritual is supposed to cast you out of yourself, to broaden you, which makes it the enemy of my comfortable, safe, convenience-ridden lifestyle. I
One great big facade....
DiamondDog's shopping turns into a bit of a rant about why women's pants will never be good enough.
Picking my lips off one piece at a time
Make it so theres a constant blood flow
Plucking my hair out strand by stand
Make myself look like a man
Peeling my skin down over my eyes
Just a face, make me blind
Cutting off my breast one and then the other
Study them in a glass jar
Decapitating my body
Separate the top from the bottom
Different shoe boxes for different parts
Here in New Jersey, the weather has changed. Spring, however far away, can be smelled just under the ground. The temperature is rising, even if the wind still chills; the grass is pungent even if it is still brown. January is done. No matter what freak storms come up, we are through the worst of winter.
I've always had this alter ego grunge boi in my persona, but I've never gone all the way with the spiked collar, spiked wristbands with bondage rings...etc. So I've delved into that this vacation...it's been extremely exhilerating.
The waves crashing against the shore
make me wish you were here
enjoying the sounds they make with me.
Each explosion a reminder of your absence.
Millions of tiny rivulets
carved into the sand by the hand of Force,
I long to pick this scene up
in my hand
and send it to you in a package,
wrapped tightly in a ribbon.
Only you could untie the ribbon,
because opening the package