would you mind if i made a guest appearance. and be spectacularly girly,

and complain to you about how everyone around me seems to be in a relationship

and/or a relationship problem (which, according to hearsay, happen only when one is IN a relationship)

and while i would normally be pleased to help

i've had it to up here

with it. because all it seems to do. is rub in a stark lack of, in my life

which is not, again, you know normally something i'd care about very much

there just seem to be one too many reminders lately

Bloody chinese spammers, fuck off i say.  moving on, looks like i AM doing rantblog again afterall.
This is like a note to self.

Please be awesome again. the trick is to be awesome and not give a fuck, to believe that your awesomeness is not a result of any external element, nothing but your mere existence makes itself a marvel, and to eat a lot of chicken and draw a lot of lines.Do colour outside but losing money is NOT OK.

People smiling and posing piss me off.

tossed out the window, of love's El Camino

i should probably stop getting high.
words- ani difranco.

yesterday i looked.
today i smelt horrible shit.
day before was slightly better or something.

time to look for a cliff to jump off

today i said lol, and am now sitting in the same room with the person whose influence it might have been, and who i said it to.

so who needs help defining pathetic, again?

I now know how to be sad and not be weighed down by grief at the same time.
I dont remember what i started out to say, maybe it was about love this time as well.
Or about touching imaginary noses etcetera. I liked all that. It made me happy.
Reality checks make me stable, though.
I liked knowing love.