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Friday, January 16th, 2009
7:05 am
Hm. Trying out this entire journaling thing once more.

*insert emo wangsting here*

*insert angry cursing and general hatred of the world as well as very specific parts of the world here*

*insert mocking of self and self's ways of dealing (or not dealing) with shit here*

I guess that's about it.

current mood: blah

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Sunday, July 16th, 2006
11:16 am
Well, that was quite a ride. Back from my unexpected hiatus now, how fun.

current mood: tired

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Saturday, May 27th, 2006
9:14 am
Huh, it was ages since I updated. So, um. I might be getting another dog. Basenji/whippet mix, still nameless tho currently called Ana, and in a kinda critical condition. =/ If she survives, I'm almost certain I'll get her. Whee.

current mood: awake

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Thursday, April 13th, 2006
7:58 pm
Woke up cause of the dreams again. =/ There's some kind of nightmares I really hate, and when I have them, my entire day is ruined and I get emo and shit. Argh.

On a more cheerful note, Stella-the-springer-spaniel has definitely gotten a home. Makes me happy, she really deserves it. So not cut out for shelter life, and to full of life to be put down. I like her new owners too. Whee.

current mood: crappy

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Sunday, April 2nd, 2006
4:37 pm - Jeffrey McDaniel
"The Jerk"

Hey you, dragging the halo--
how about a holiday in the islands of grief?

Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.
Your eyes are so blue they leak.

Your legs are longer than a prisoner's
last night on death row.

I'm filthier than the coal miner's bathtub
and nastier than the breath of Charles Bukowski.

You're a dirty little windshield.

I'm standing behind you on the subway,
hard as calculus. My breath
be sticking to your neck like graffiti.

I'm sitting opposite you in the bar, waiting
for you to uncross your boundaries.

I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.

I want to ride in the swing of your hips.

My fingers will be digging up in you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

But with me for a lover, you won't need
catastrophes. Because the same things that
attracted me in the first place,
will ultimately make me resent you.

I'll start telling you lies,
and my lies will sparkle,
become the bad stars you chart your life by.

I'll stare at other women so blatantly
you'll hear my eyes peeling,

because sex with you is like Great Britain:
cold, groggy, and a little uptight.

Your bed is a big, soft calculator
where my problems multiply.

Your brain is a garage
I park my bullshit in, for free.

And you're not really my new girlfriend,
just another flop sequel of the first one,
who was based on the true story of my mother.

You're so ugly I forgot how to spell!

I'll cheat on you like a ninth grade math test.
And break your heart just for the sound it makes.

You're the this we need to put an end to.

The more you apologize, the less I forgive you.

So, how about it? You, me, and a bucket of cafe au lait...

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Monday, March 27th, 2006
3:32 pm
The best defense is to be offensive. Yup.

current mood: amused

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Sunday, March 19th, 2006
11:05 pm - e.e. cummings
the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance

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Thursday, March 16th, 2006
4:41 pm
Whoo, I'm finally back to horses and it's going good. Fuckers still won't let me ride, as if that's more straining than everything else that's done with horses, but whatever. I still have some extra dogs to take care of in any case. And I'm bored.

current mood: yaaawn

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Wednesday, March 8th, 2006
6:31 pm
Sometimes it does feel like Boyfriend is only dating me because he wants to be a father to Daughter. Strangely enough, I have no issues with that. I still like him, he doesn't crowd my fathering areas, and Daughter adores him. But it'd still mean I'm dating someone for the good of my daughter. I wonder if that means I'm growing up, or just that I'm stupid.

current mood: contemplative

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Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
1:16 pm
I wonder about the possibilities to train Cujo to be my attack ferret. She's pretty much stopped biting me by now, she'll even give cuddles occasionally, but Asshole entered the ferret room and she practically flew at him. It amused me greatly, of course I had to give her time out since biting is bad, but I still want to see about ways to teach her that it's okay to bite him, but no one else. Hmm.

current mood: plotting

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Saturday, March 4th, 2006
9:47 pm
Fucking hell. Apparently my head bounces if smacked against the fridge, as Asshole was ever so kind to demonstrate. I think it even dented the fucking thing, or maybe that was just my vision being messed up due to possible head damage. I'll kill, or at least horribly maim, that bastard at next possible opportunity. Argh.

current mood: pissed off

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4:21 pm
Roommate has finally gotten the ADV test result back for Goof Butt, and it's negative. So now comes the time to introduce him to the rest of the carpet patrol, heh. Yggdrasil accepts him without a fuss, but didn't want to play. Now, Gaggler on the other hand, the two of them were playing and wardancing like crazy before Goof Butt finally collapsed into coma sleeping. So all is well so far, now there's just ...14 other ferrets for introductions. Day-umn, sometimes it feels like we're running a ferret shelter. In a way I guess we are, except we don't get rid of any.

Continuing on with the pet ramblings, Psycho's really starting to behave. I still haven't tried riding him yet and I'm not about to either until I'm completely certain. I really don't care if I can't ever ride him, as long as neither of us die I'm happy. He's stopped plotting my death for now, at least.

In other news, I've gotten a pair of new boots. Found them at the club yesterday, and they fit perfectly. I think anyone stupid enough to leave their shoes on the floor of a nightclub deserves to have them get stolen.

current mood: yawn

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Monday, February 27th, 2006
7:01 pm
I hate attention whores. Course, I am one myself at times. But at least I can type properly lolololol. (Cause 'lol' makes everything FUCKING FUNNY.)

current mood: bored

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Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
5:36 pm
What do you mean, the world doesn't revolve around me?

*gasp*

Surely you must be wrong.

current mood: silly

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1:31 pm
Following doctor's orders is for pussies. Fuck that shit, I've got my painkillers.

So it feels like my life's gotten into some boring repetition of sorts. Wake up, work, go to bed, wake up, work, go to bed. As well as the other daily activities, and the occasional night of clubbing. Times like this I sorta miss Vegas. Maybe it's time for a vacation.

current mood: numbskulledly bored

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Saturday, February 18th, 2006
12:13 am
The doctor says eat more chikin I've got cracked ribs. Blah fuck. No riding for a week, no jumping like ever again. Now the doctor tells me I should take care of my ribs, when they're already fucked up beyond salvation. I think my sexlife might have to end up becoming non-existant. ...as if that'd happen. Thing is, I can always get around the pain somehow. :D

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Thursday, February 16th, 2006
3:52 am
Well, shit.

I just woke up and it feels like my ribs are moving around or something. Haaa, I wonder how fuckered up they really are. Maybe I did break them when Psycho trampled me, cause I haven't exactly done anything since. Stupid ass internet isn't any help with medical advice either (surprise surprise).

I'm contemplating telling Boss about it. He'll ban me from riding tho.

Fuck.

current mood: cranky

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Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
5:23 pm
I wonder how many people really have interesting first posts.

current mood: bored

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