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April 26th, 2009

Useless. @ 05:13 pm

I keep planning to use this more, but honestly, sometimes weeks go by before I even remember there's such a thing as lj.

April 24th, 2009

There goes ANOTHER one. @ 06:32 pm

First there was this, and now another RP goes belly up. I swear, I'm quitting this fandom. Right now.

January 22nd, 2009

Twitter. @ 11:46 am

What is this shit? No, seriously? What is this shit?

January 14th, 2009

When pigs fly. @ 01:47 am

Is when I will get dressed up and put on makeup for anything other than an ultra-formal occasion. Also, stop buying me shit you know I won't ever wear. Honestly, what would possess anyone to buy me high-heeled shoes? When have you ever seen me wear high-heeled shoes? I'm the girl who wore her brother's army boots with her prom dress, remember?

January 1st, 2009

I know. @ 01:04 pm

I know a secret. A good one. Is it wrong that I wish I had someone to tell it to? Because I so would.

December 6th, 2008

Craving. @ 09:06 am

I have this crazy craving for olives. Where do these things come from? I actually dreamed about olives, ffs.

November 26th, 2008

Oops, there goes another RP. @ 11:14 pm

Up until yesterday I was part of a really good RP (in the Star Trek universe). Yesterday it totally went up in a fireball. Why? Well, apparently when it comes to Star Trek RPs, the #1 reason for them to blow up is someone starts howling about canon and someone else tells them to shut it. It's all downhill from there.

November 22nd, 2008

In a dream. @ 05:05 pm

In a dream, I'm running away from it all. Just starting from scratch. The past is a blank. All that I am, erased.

October 14th, 2008

I'm sick. (part 2) @ 12:56 pm

This is the harder one. I'm trying to set aside feelings of betrayal, but it's hard. That's how I feel. Betrayed. You taught me how to be me. How to do what I want, instead of bending to what everyone else wants. Now you want me to change. Now you think you know what's good for me better than I do. You think I'm being stubborn, I know. Maybe I am. But it's still my choice to be stubborn. You can't tell me how to feel. It hurts to have to ignore you, shut my ears and my mind to your reasoning. We've never fought like this before. We've never really fought at all. Where did you get this idea that I'm rebelling against you? I'm not. I never have, have I? Maybe that's what hurts me the most. I've never given you any reason to think I'd make choices just to be contrary, or to spite you. Yet that is how you treat me, like the only reason I'm doing this is to go against what you think is the right thing. Have you considered who's going to be affected by these choices? Me. Not you. Never you again, because you and her is over and you've allowed yourself to move on. Have you considered that I, too, have moved on?

October 12th, 2008

I'm sick. (part 1) @ 06:12 pm

I'm sick of you. I'm sick of you trying to worm your way in. I'm sick of you trying to change me. Every time I let you near me, that's what you do. You weren't around to shape the person I have become. You were off with your Eurotrash boyfriend, remember? You're not part of my family. You're not part of my life. When I look in the mirror, I don't see any resemblance. I'm me. I'm who I became in the absence of you. And guess what? I like me that way. Stop coming around where you're not wanted.