real life |
I smiled bacause I was sopose to smile. I pretended to be inspired by cliche "inspirational" speaches. I forced laghter until I felt my soul seeping out my ear. Is this how all real ...
Posted by Melissa on Tue, 08 Nov 2005 05:56:00 PST |
i spent my summer... |
There is something inside of me, something rare and special, that just attracks every bug around to take a huge bite out of my skin. Now I know my pale blotchy skin looks attractive, b...
Posted by Melissa on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Electric Barbarella |
I had a dram last night that I made out with Simon Le Bon from Duran Duran, not the Simon Le Bon from today more from about 1980. The trick was on him because he kind was a little drunk and confused ...
Posted by Melissa on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
see you in hell snow |
AAhhhh, the first snow of winter. What did I ever do without you. You blanket my world with purity and light. For the next two days I will enjoy the novelty of snowflakes landing on my toung and nos...
Posted by Melissa on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
sleep the clock arround |
It is strange how all my worries form the middle of the night melt away by the time I slowly flutter my eyes open in the mornning. It doesn't matter if you are asleep or awake whatever happend in the...
Posted by Melissa on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
sleeping the day away |
All of my troubles have melted away. I will spend the next six days stagnant in by bed drifting in and out of sleep. It very well could be the best six days of my life.
Posted by Melissa on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
desert wastland |
Some moments of life are magical. It is amazing how much emotin can sqweese into minutes, when the rest of life is so empty. Months and even years can come between these actual spurts of life. Do t...
Posted by Melissa on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
polk-a-dot |
ever since I was six years old I wanted a robot as a best friend, and today my dream came true.
Posted by Melissa on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
riding a bike in a skirt |
I road away from my problems, it is tricky in a skirt. Now that they are gone I am free to do whatever I want, free to be whoever I want. I miss my family and all of my old friends, but I like my ne...
Posted by Melissa on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
typing for the man |
OH how I have missed you, the week before finals. Ther is nothing like a constantly unsettled stomach, and a nervious twitch. I almost wish I had ten thousand more papers to write, instead of just r...
Posted by Melissa on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
