I don't mind the Web site. I think it's funny and worthwhile.
But everyone needs to stop writing or saying "Eff Emm Ell" after every mediocre thing that happens to them.

Grow some fucking balls.

Life sucks and then you die.

Get it?

I told my brother he's not allowed to get a beer gut until middle age.
I hope he appreciates me looking out for him.

We're in the business of repeating ourselves

June 18, 2008

Feel like you're afraid to sleep and you want a partner/a victim/a criminal to stay up with you all night and they'll drag you down you'll drag yourselves down together and it'll be the tragic romance you've always wanted and now that you're here what have you got you ruined somebody else's life just because you're afraid of loneliness and even more of change.
But go ahead and hide from the fight because it's those bright lights that'll shine right down on you and show the world your problems you've locked away so secretly, despite the holes in the box and the cracks and the leaks, so there's nothing left when you open it.


Sentence structure and grammar mean nothing to me sometimes.

My delusions of grandeur consist of hoping for a full night of sleep that actually takes place during the night.

Fake

I fake attention, she fakes orgasms.

Listen

I'm blinded by sunrise.
There's light in your dark eyes.

What do you call a bass clarinetist with half a brain?
Gifted.

"And tonight I am going to murder a man I do not hate, for the sake of a woman I do not love."

Akutagawa

Reading this girl's work is like a drug.
I want to inject her into my veins.

Why can't things be solved with time-outs and hugs anymore?

I have a new favourite Web site

http://www.oldjewstellingjokes.com/


It is everything you could want.
And more.

Dear Mistah Thom,
Thank you for giving me wonderful assignments that have me write ridiculous things in the guise of education.
I will miss you terribly when these classes are through.

A student’s tale

“Stop kissing or I’ll puke,” Deliah warned. “And you know the bathroom is dirty and smells like sweat.”

“This house isn’t big enough for the seven of us. You’re naked all the time and there isn’t enough cloth to cover everyone,” Luca replied.

“Your words make me sad. I’m going to continue digging my hole underground.”

“Wait, don’t go,” Luca pleaded. “Meet me tonight, for I wish to speak with you in the graveyard.” His eyes were full of lust.

~

“Terminate osculation or I will vomit,” Deliah warned. “And you’re aware the lavatory is soiled and smells like perspiration.”

“This mansion isn’t large enough for the seven of us. You’re nude all the time and there isn’t enough fabric to cover everyone,” Luca retorted.

“Your cruel words make me solemn. I am going to continue digging my cavity in the subterrane.”

“Wait, do not leave,” Luca pleaded. “Encounter me tonight, for I wish to communicate with you in the cemetery.” His eyes were full of concupiscence.

Green-eyed monster

I don't handle jealousy well.

Not at all.

Not at all.

I stumbled Emilie Autumn's Web site.

Cute.

everything from experience

I wish I could give you all my secrets,
but that's a lot to ask one person.
(I think I could handle it.)

I love my subconscious.
It gives me funny dreams.

heysup I write things

Y'all* should read this.
Because I wrote it.

Editorial



*No, I didn't just write "y'all." What are you talking about?