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About Me



As I see it: Money is just a hassle. I don't like having it, needing it, or spending it. These things aren't fun for me, they're a burden and I'm sick of it.
I've seen too many of my friends die and it makes me sick.
I'm not really social, I just spontaneously strike up conversations with interesting people.
I'm a college kid. I'm trans. I'm a radical queer. No one's gonna read this.
Singing makes me happy. Taking pictures, dancing, spinning, being fun and weird and me.
I have a journal. This isn't it.
Blogging is like smoking for me. I do it to pass the time and have conversation. Except... cigs cost more and make me a little hazy. I like that.

People call me Mirage. Here, in real life, on the phone, writing in the sand at the beach. I'm a Mirage and there may not only be one, but this time it's me. Mirage.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Zombies... and then we can all play ultimate frisbee.

My Blog

You're not a client, you're a semi-cidal marionette

Fuck, all sorts of sappy songs keep coming on! Like Goodbye My Lover by James Blunt. Yes, his voice is some kinda painful, but this song really is beautiful, so no, I won't change it. Moving onnn....T...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jun 2009 19:57:00 GMT

SupeRQueer

Fuck You; a love poem to myselfI deserve to be loved and wantedit's my right to rule my body however I see fitI should want to be happyand not think it's a selfish actDear self, you deserve not to be ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jun 2009 07:57:00 GMT

murder machines

so. I'm sick and that's why this might actually be a real blog instead of poetry-type talk. Hurts to swallow. No need for a joke about it, I'm sure any anyone could come up with I already have. I've b...
Posted by on Sun, 17 May 2009 02:20:00 GMT

so punk rock

As an aside I'd like to mention my deep love for this blog. Why? Because no one reads it and I can be as vulgar/ open/ me as I fucking want. It's the only one I can do that with.I'm so punk rockI can ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 06:52:00 GMT

Pain veins vain

*deep breath/yawn* So tired. Thought it was worth saying that the Bouncing Souls show was so so so gooooood and coming home to a surprising message from a boy I only wish I'd talk to more. Kissed. Hug...
Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 23:34:00 GMT

Clumsy like like

Free falls don't serve me right because I can see the reflection at the bottom of the well that I'm tumbling down into like landing on the moon that before was just a star this is just the beginning o...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:42:00 GMT

cheap

I am 19, officially. I feel older now than I have ever been before, and it has nothing to do with age. It has to do with maturity and responsibility. I have some planned escapes but they're just faile...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 12:07:00 GMT

"game point" sounds oddly like "gay porn"...

Doesn't it? hah, I was just going to tell you to say it with something in your mouth, but that just sounds dirty. And so gay porn-like.   Is it weird that Frankie and I watch bad gay pronz on xtu...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 12:41:00 GMT

Sharpie Magnum?

It's deadly, the Sharpie Magnum. Seriously. Huge and deadly... no sexual innuendo needed. The fumes never leave. Ever!   If I wasn't going into the dorms and paying a shitload for it, I would mov...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 14:25:00 GMT

Allegedly...

*deep breath* I don't know why I'm posting here instead of my journal but you know how it is. Whatever. I made it mostly public again! But I won't edit all the old entries to be public... because...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 23:52:00 GMT