This is new.next.

What have I written in the past year or so since I've updated this? Volumes of randomness but I'm too lazy to type it. I had come to my attention that my site needed some attention-whore type action, just like me so I got to work finally. At some point I will give the site a facelift, but i'm not doing it now because soon it will be cigarette time. I thought, well this has become more of a storage space for me. So some of the writings that I've put up here will be put into linkage now. First I suppose would be this story I wrote in November of 2001, and a response to it. I have no idea what its about, frankly I don't understand it but I wrote it so that says something. Probably some backwards way of expressing my angst toward Lee. (ooh.. that boy makes me angsty).

A short series I started but never finished (lost inspiration)
Relam [fev.02]
Next [fev.02]

Something I wrote when I was in love
Lost [jan.02]

At least she thought I was pretty. she said. and then I thought next maybe. Or maybe now, I don't understand anymore. colours are dreamless, dreamlessness is the ism of colours. I hate this piece of thread on my desk, but it doesn't seem me as a threat so I can't bring myself to harm it. Find love in strange places they say you will. I never found love like that. Love evolved where it wasn't wanted, and it lingers where it causes the most pain. I hate love but I love to hate so I guess its ironic. I'm obsessed with someone who I don't even know, not any more. They don't know me either. We've both changed but I'm still unaccepted. I'm wearing a really cute white thong today but it didn't change what happens. I'm so angry and hurt sometimes when I get ditched it makes me feel like some sort of toy, which I am. But at least have the consideration to play with your toys when you say you will. I'm tired. Unit 3. p 75 textbook. dossier langue. subjonctif. Garanzia Limitata A Vita.

.she.said.

Next (with sadness)


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