13th anniversary. Damn we’re old. |
Advice for single girls... when you meet a best buddy, a true comrade, that's where you put down roots. I don't give a half a damn if it's a man or a woman, you stick with what feels like home, ...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 21:06:00 GMT |
tagged? might as well JUMP! |
Once you have been tagged you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random, facts, habits, or goals about yourself. At the end choose 10 people to be tagged, list their names, and why you tag...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 04:36:00 GMT |
my head right now |
Hit my last mosh pit at 29Had my first OD at 30Now Johnny and Jesus talk to megoddamn do I feel dirty.
Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 00:07:00 GMT |
John Frusciante - my temporary higher power. |
As I go along my 12 little steps, I will have recognize some "higher power", something/someone/whatever, stronger than myself that I can look at and say, "yeah, fuckin' A. I can kick this shit dead in...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 04:27:00 GMT |
requests, near demands. |
This hurts, group therapy is dumb as hell, NA is only gonna be worse, sick of gettin' piss tested like a criminal... Reality is no more fun than it ever was, but even less so now.I wish Darrel had wor...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 01:59:00 GMT |
waiting for 34 now, like Layne... I let 27 slip past. |
So I had my big "gettin' the gastric lavage, soft restraints, ambulance ride I can't remember (what a bummer), 4 days mandatory stay inpatient, I'm a junkie, big fuckin' surprise" week.It SUCKS. None...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 20:09:00 GMT |
yet another round |
you always miss the fight.it seems you always catch the end, thoughthe part where I'm slapping the canvasbeaten, weak, and wetand beggingyou always skip to the parts that turn you on.
Posted by on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 22:56:00 GMT |
Baby says |
my Daddy, he does all the drivin'unless he puts my little hands right on the wheelon his lap and firmly in his handwe're both surprised that this is what I always needed to feel
Posted by on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 04:17:00 GMT |
ritual |
No room to crawl sprawled in the sandif I can't cross your lineand you circle mewith the stick dragging behindI used to love circlessweet concentric swirlsforming spirals to followNow I've gone pin-ey...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 13:54:00 GMT |
watch where you step (a poem) |
No wrinkle in the rugno seismic activityno faint feelingno slippery spotand my shoes are quite sensibleit must just be clumsinessthat keeps me falling down.
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 00:10:00 GMT |
