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Monthly Archives: July 2011
Everyone I know goes away in the end…
Things are changing. They have been changing. Over the past year. I don’t like it. It’s part of life, I suppose. People grow up, grow apart, get sucked into drama or (much like myself) get trapped in their own head. … Continue reading
Dancin’ with myself
Or talking to myself. Same difference, I suppose. I can tweet, facebook and blog to my heart’s (dis)content, but the chance that anybody fucking cares – slim to none. Some care, and I know who you are. I think. I … Continue reading
We interrupt this program…
sometimes, you choose quiet over socializing. this can mean a cozy evening with the internet and bad reality tv. this can mean shuffling from room to room. half-hearted scrubbing the same areas of the kitchen, bathroom…over and over. you can’t … Continue reading
Untitled
whatever gets you to that point of anger, destruction burning bridges and whatever’s in your path your wrath the chaos – it’s catching but isn’t particularly fetching whatever helps you sleep at night excuses, examples passing out samples … Continue reading
Long weekend
Long weekends are kinda blissful, aren’t they? Lord knows I certainly needed it. My work-related breakdowns have continued. I am very tired. But, as I’ve stated about 4 billion times, I can’t quit. I can’t look for a new job. … Continue reading
