![]() i just found a friend . . . in one of your lies, to treat me so nice. |
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i just need a place to not be seen.
i return, needing a semi-more-distant place to vent. i return. again. and again. and again.2003-11-02 : 10:52 p.m. so much time. / so little to do. strike that, reverse it . . . i don't think broc understands. i know he reads my xanga, but i think he missed my obvious hints at my not liking him anymore. i mean, hello. the entry all about ben? what the hell did he think that was about? come on. give me some credit here. so of course, when i think in the perspective of him still thinking i like him, and i look back at all the things said and done towards him . . . it all just emphasizes me liking him. he doesn't know that i flirt with most ALL of my male friends. and that i treat him exactly the same as i do all of them. so. i don't know. what should i do? just tell him? 'hey you know what, i don't like you that way anymore, so chill.'? hmm. oh well. its just a big wierd situation. in other news, me and kenzie are in the process of getting all primped and shit cause tony is going to call us to hang out here in a bit. tony is so fucking gorgeous. no joke. he's got big brown eyes, and sexy emoboy-style hair and cool tattoos and mmm . . . he's just a real biscuit. i ran into him at wilkerson today. i turned around in time to make eye contact and he smiled, and said 'hey! how's it going?' and i melted. right then and there. damn boys and their power over me. ealier i found myself in a true emo moment. i needed to escape the chaos of the room, so i went and curled up in the bathtub, in the dark. i am so lame. but oh well. it felt bad in a good way. i guess.
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>> 4:05 : blatant female conspiracy. current archive profile guestbook notes rings poetic tragedy. bitch and moan. cast. random photos. lucky designs host |
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>> this isnt' high school. Wearing: jeans, green and white saddle shoes with pink and white checkered laces, an orange tank top and a vintage orange/red/yellow/brown/green apron that was my mom's back in the day. Talking to: no one. it's all you, suga'. Feeling: jim dandy. Listening to: jet's "get born". |
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>> hurry up and wait. eeeebaaaay.. - 2005-03-04 it's for the love of the song. - 2005-02-15 play the piano drunk like a percussion instrument.. - 2004-11-10 ..til the fingers begin to bleed a bit. - 2004-11-10 maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again. - 2004-11-06 |
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>> there's always someone who's gotta spoil it for the rest of the gang. cheeseballs drayke himfan xgeekxcorex milkweasel deadforweeks yummgotrice theclashboy american-emo mylitlepony buriedaliive tumyeto after-you velvethrsday boo-on-spam poopyface schlimazlnik or bored? skateboarding is a lifestyle. not a fad. homestarrunner.net, it's .com. someone is giving me the evil eye.
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>> the past can kick your ass. "punks lament lost love, vocal chords." this summer rocked my socks off. and at the same time . . . it was so sad . . . |
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>> sink to the beat. * i used to be sad, now i'm just bored with you. * (- lyrics by ryan adams.) |