Mmm.
Miss him. Miss home.
28thday ofDecemberin the year2009
So I realized how much I hate leaving unhappy posts on top.
I decided to correct that.
I have a beautiful boy’s face close to mine (only in pixels but it’s still lovely). I can smell his heavenly, maddening fragrance (he left me a t shirt he slept in for days on end). Sprites and faeries serenade me (my Where The Wild Things Are soundtrack plays softly while Nick’s “Lovecats” mingles through the speakers), and everything is luminescent (I have my favorite pterodactyl lamp on). Here I lay on the forest floor (a mossy green blanket), while the sky wraps its arms around me (a wall-e bedspread draped over my shoulders), and my best monster friend cuddles with me (aww, Petey wrapped a tentacle ‘round my waist).
I think the only place I feel more at home is when my Beautiful Boy shares this Haven with me.
15thday ofDecemberin the year2009
Ohhh
Do you ever have that thing where you’re kind of into a person and like not even romantically but you don’t know them and then you follow their blog and find out you have absolutely no interest in that person at all?
…aaaaaahyeeeeaaaaaaaahhhh.
Awkwaaaaaaaaaard.
8thday ofDecemberin the year2009
7thday ofDecemberin the year2009
Stay tuned to WRPI Troy, the Upstate Underground.
Uh, fuck yes I will. When are you on next?
6thday ofDecemberin the year2009
There’s a difference between putting on your favorite song, and hearing your favorite song on the radio. Even if you requested it. Especially on really bad midnights when you can’t sleep and everything seems to have gone awry. It’s nice to hear a voice you know on these nights, too. It’s nice to feel the shaking come again, and then go when Jack and the gang chime in and tell you it’s okay to be a fuckup. It’s okay that I asked them, because it came when I asked for it, when I needed it.
Thank you, WRPI. I’m glad I caught the tail end of your show.
PS IT’S ESPECIALLY NICE TO HEAR GIR ON YOUR COMMERCIAL. HEY, THANKS. :D
4thday ofDecemberin the year2009
Freakin' Sweet Tweet Friday
Something’s not agreeing with me. Was it the hotdog, stuffing or the mango? ..I wish my mom made us dinner that made sense. 5:30 AM May 28th from web
Um. I just laughed out loud from that. REALLY hard. More than any of the others. Like, descent into coughing fit and literal ROFLing hard.
Goodness, I love posts like these XP
2ndday ofDecemberin the year2009
what a shitty motherfucking day.
75 1/2 Bedford was sold. New York voted against marriage equality. I had to sit and watch my DM play some FPS in which he slaughtered civilians. We didn’t get to do our dungeon. I got locked out of my house and stood outside in tights and a skirt in the cold for ten minutes (and at 37 degrees in the dark and wind, that’s less than fun), then had to walk to the library and sit there for an hour. I got shit shoved down my throat via FACEBOOK NOTE. I’m still fucked up from the hormones, and my cunt HURTS. And seriously, Petey smells fucking weird. You know there’s not much you can trust when even your TEDDY BEAR is unfamiliar. I hope something gives. This is so not a good time.
EDIT: Oh, yeah. And I forgot to mention Exams. Apparently there’s still two days of them while Nick is still in town. Fuck me running. Is it apparent yet why the phrase of the week is “I hate everything”?
26thday ofNovemberin the year2009
Just one thing for now, but he compasses a lot.
This boy represents my sanity, my confidence, my health, my happiness, and my success, as well as the openness, love, warmth, romance, generosity, and care given to me.
This doesn’t even begin to cover it, but it’s a start. Thank you.
10thday ofNovemberin the year2009
Dear Church History teacher,
I’m calling your hypocritical bullshit. Don’t you dare tell me that separation of church and state is crucial and then turn around and then start talking about the legality of abortions and how terrible they are. Holy fuck. That’s not your call.
I don’t promote getting abortions. I don’t plan on getting an abortion, ever. But I don’t want to deny someone something they need, if they need it. Abusing abortion is like abusing alcohol. Yes, it can fuck you up. Yes, it can have lasting effects. Yes, it happens, and it really fucking sucks. But it’s not your goddamned choice.
Sigh. I still don’t know how to feel about this topic. jshvhsckurgk NMSvasf.
9thday ofNovemberin the year2009
| Me: | [22:37] can you excuse me a moment? |
| Pontus: | [22:37] Return soon! |
| Pontus: | [22:49] Will you be back? |
| Pontus: | [22:56] Tell me if you're back late and decide just to go to bed or whatever... |
| Me: | [22:58] I'm here |
| Meebo Message: | [23:19] Pontus is offline |
2ndday ofNovemberin the year2009
NaNoWriMo
hsugyahrauwy hjfdhyahf. I don’t see “writing 50,000 words (a novel) in a month” that much of a stretch. I see it like those 24-hour film projects. It’s still a work of art, but it’s just not as well-done as other things that took much longer. .__.
The Nanowrimo project isn’t expected to be great stuff, especially for people that don’t normally write novels. Good luck, dear.
Thanks. I’m going to be developing the Black as Scarlet storyline for my novel. Thoughts?
NaNoWriMo
hsugyahrauwy hjfdhyahf. I don’t see “writing 50,000 words (a novel) in a month” that much of a stretch. I see it like those 24-hour film projects. It’s still a work of art, but it’s just not as well-done as other things that took much longer. .__.
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