the guitar pick |
She held the lighter to the freshly packed pipe. She inhaled deeply and allowed herself to breath in the intoxicating aroma. She closed her eyes and felt her lungs burning as they reached their capaci...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 18:47:00 GMT |
madlibs with Cory and TJ |
Macintosh SpeechHello, I am camel toe. It sure is great to funk out of that cherry!Unaccustomed as I am to public insert, Id like to share with you a maxim I thought of the first time I molested an IB...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 07:45:00 GMT |
rants of insomnia |
it is 6:02 am. i have slept for about 15 minutes. maybe i can't sleep because i can't put my computer down. maybe i have alot on my mind. i want to come home for the wedding, and i know i wont be able...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 03:02:00 GMT |
no subject |
when i was a little girl my daddy was a god. i just realized this. i found a picture of him holding my on my first day of school. sooooo..yeah. if your are a daddy remember that. someone worships you....
Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 20:06:00 GMT |
soundtrack |
There are certain times that certain songs just fit a situation. Moments like these are what musicians live for. It is in a way, the soundtrack of our lives. So i will share some of my soundtrack with...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 22:22:00 GMT |
trip toys |
do you ever find an object in your hands that just consumes every ounce of your attention? sometimes it is a rubberband. sometimes it is a guitar pick. it could even be a remote control, or a pen, or ...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 22:12:00 GMT |
Personal Quiz |
The Most Personal Quiz, Ever.1. Who were you with last night?Melanie. we went to Walgreens to buy our anorexic juice, then shopping to The Bon-Ton, thendefinately didn't watch a chick flick (lol)2. Wh...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 10:03:00 GMT |
3 years |
today i let you know i have feelings. i let you see me weak. i let you see that i still think about him. just like you. you tell me he would be proud of the something i have yet to become. but i know...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 21:59:00 GMT |
something to cling to |
it's much easier to wake up in the morning with hopes of the possiblity that you may be by my side but as soon as i roll over and you are not there i curl up in my blanket and hide i hide from a wor...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 21:17:00 GMT |
little by little: my ode to you |
i try to cover up the memories of youin powder finish and hair dyethose eyes and those lips and how beautiful things often lieblue eyed and full of shitand yet I don't seem to want to quitbeing drawn ...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 22:27:00 GMT |
