cocaine is a hell of a drug.

and pms-- is one hell of a weapon.

what has the power to turn an otherwise likeable perhaps even loveable me into a chocolate/cold cut devouring, bipolar, body conscious, man-hating delight to be with?

pms.

what do i get for all the things i do in this 'irritable condition'??

cramps.

yes, there is a god and he's definitely a man.

(sympathetic though, to his credit he did make ice cream)

So if you're lonely
You know I'm here waiting for you
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered, I lie
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot, then we can die
--ff

And every breath we drew was hallelujah

ever go to update in the middle of the night ie: the early morning and mistake the word "forgot?" that lies under the password box for the word "faggot?". Yeah me neither. But I'm sure it'd be part of my post if I ever did.

I think an important part of moving on is actually moving... somewhere, anywhere just not staying in the exact same place you were before and saying that you've moved in some way that can't be readily identified.

wow, there is nothing like quality cold cuts.

ever realize that the quote you chose to lead off your blog with actually says a whole lot more about how happy you are with life than anything of your own that you follow it up with? beauty and the moonlight. what a combination