loneliness finds us beneath dim lit lights where pen and paper spell out confusion   
05:28pm 29/11/2003
 
mood: dorky
music: hole: celebrity skin
bored... bored... bored...

A saturday night and im all alone. i tried calling Nik dawg but no one answered i was hoping she didnt go to work today because i miss her. awwwwww........

bert monster and i went and saw GOTHIKA last night at some shitty theater at the beach. the atmosphere and the nosiy snooty folks behind us out me in a bad mood. but the movie was good. not as good as i wanted it to be, but still good.
my sweetheart baught me FAKE flowers from wally world. it was sooooooooooooo sweet. i love it when he gets me gas station flowers or fake flowers. of course he does pick me real flowers. :)

i planned on cleaning my room today and after bert left this morning and changed the sheets on my bed (those two events have no connection what-so-ever) i got lazy. my room is looking very cluttered. oh well.


BIG NEWS!!!!! Jordon's back from boot camp. woot woot. not really. hes such a dick. before bert and i left for the beach yesterday he came over to berts house to check the air in his tires with berts air gadge thingy and he didnt even say hello. no sweat off back. just one more person i dotn have to worry about. i dont think hes gotten over the stuff that didnt happen between eric and i over the summer.

when i got home last night i stayed up as late as possible and wroteone poem. that was my goal.


** GlAsS sLiPpEr**

im lying on the kitchem floor
in a pool of my own thoughts
pressed into filthy tiles
staring at the clock
im waiting for this dress to rags

im cutting thru these visions
with the blunt end of the knife
reflected in the pool of blood
is the image of this life
im waiting for these pearls to turn to stone

let the clock strike twelve tonight
prince charming youre mistaken
im not worht the fight
let the clock strike twelve

im spitting out these sayings
with each pill ive swallowed down
dulling out the pain of you
and muting out the sound
im waitinf for this shoe two break in two
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dont you just love cinderella stories?

welp im off to find something to do besides clean my room. la ya. ciao


every line is about who i dont want to write about anymore
 
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