I honestly wouldn't know what day it was without my Droid telling me in the little bar at the top.

This inspires me to make a list of things I love (followed by a list of things I hate):
1. My family/boyfriend/select friends/pets from home.
2. My snake Mondo.
3. My Droid 2.
4. Contacts.
5. Chapstick.
6. Tattoos/piercings.
7. Being lazy.
8. Chocolate/coffee/alcohol/anything else bad for me.
9. The song from the post before this one.
10. My new penname. It's the shit. But I can't tell you because that compromises my identity.

Things I hate:
1. Babies
2. Babies.
3. Creepy babies.
4. Ugly babies.
5. People.

There.

Also, if you've bothered to keep up at all (which I doubt anyone has.. like I give a fuck) and notice you're mysteriously gone, it's because I've deleted you.

Chao!

mood: awake

i don't know why i'm posting this... well. a letter i wrote.

dear you,

this is confusion, delusion, outermost limits
my soul impart to breathe.
i am so hungry.
why are we still fighting
this?
is
madness?
was what happened
destined all along?
was it common knowledge
you would never recall
memories
similiar. personalities.
are you as afraid
of
falling in love
with
me
as i am
with you?
whatever happened
to
this is simply
meant to be?
open doors
why does the heart
that refuses to open
so quick to departure?
does he intentionally mean
to hurt me?
too bad its so
complimentary.
commonality.
bittersweet.
reminiscing is all i have-
i know the world is killing
this emotion called love
departure
intentional
hurt
complimentary.
why has the sky
grayed into the horizon
on this afternoon.
push
screw
away.
let me be the one
who saves your soul.
sincerely yours,
me.

Playing with the lj cuts so I don't get yelled at in the BMEzineLJ community..
Go eat a fish

lolz

here you areeeee

Come on closer
I wanna show you
What I'd like to do
You sit back now
Just relax now
I'll take care of you


ohhhhhhg jemmmmmmmm

.. Some people just have a way with words.


Text message # 81:

"And you're not too nice, you're perfect, but crazy at some times, but don't worry, you make up for that in many ways..."



Thank you for the embarassing, yet, in a weird way, flattering text, I will keep you anonymous.




Here's to life, love, a pack of cloves, and some crap in between.

mood: tired

HEYYYYYY LOOK AT THISSSS

                 




Septummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm


Oh, and I'm home, and uhm, three days until my birthday...!

mood: bouncy

.......... it is eight forty-seven p.m. on a dreary may evening. the sun has set, the ground is cleansed from a recent rain.

... inside, there is lily. lily dislikes people who bother her with too many questions. she also dislikes violence and the gore that goes along with it. in her head are many thoughts about random objects, people, places. objects, people, and places she has yet to see, meet, and visit. lily likes the rain. lily likes the aftertaste of chinese food and week old sheets. she is lonely physically, but mentally she off in a world all her own. of which she will put to paper.

... lily dreams of worlds of color, and at the same time, worlds of black and white. to which has more meaning? that is for her to decide. if she could go about her days knowing that whatever happened next was nothing less of her own choice, she would be happy.

... every good story begins with three dots. it is when there is more than three when information about the outside world is irrelevant. words that mean nothing except what people would like to hear to be assured of what has already happened. people need to learn the outside is not all the world has to offer. they often miss the most obvious world: their minds.

... lily is cold. not because the windows and doors are open, or because she is in a bad mood, but because the pen will not come easily to her. she is churning of memories; memories of the past, and hopeful memories of the future. inside her head, she is listening to a conversation between the pictures in her room and the stuffed animals on her bed. they discuss her fears; all of which are too obvious. fears that she keeps a secret and only one person other than herself knows.

... he is the world to lily. when she thinks about him, all she sees are victorian style hearts, and splotches of different shades of red. she dreams about all the different ways she could be loving him now...

... lily is an outsider. she never quite fit in, never quite fit out. her silence is her way of being herself. when she speaks, the world barely listens. ........ it is nine p.m. still dreary, still wet, still the evening.

 

... and yet, lily never regrets a thing. nothing. never.