i fall to pieces over you

As I was saying...

Tue, 21 Oct 2008 09:05:16 GMT

Argh. Someone please humor me and help me get my mind off life and all its excruciating little details... Leave me something fun, stupid, pretty, inspiring, uplifting, hot, whatever. Just throw out a distraction. I'm game. Anything to get me from dwelling on my cousin, laying there in her white washed hospital bed, tubes and wires protruding from her mouth like some lethargic, machined Cthulhu, obstructing the sight of her dark, half-lidded eyes and partly gaping mouth, gasping from behind her mask at the the proffered oxygen...

Samantha, or Sam, is only twenty-one, and she's on her death bed, and it's breaking my heart.

Sam is dying, dying so young of an extremely rare, terminal disease, which is ironically enough, the same disease that rocked her family and killed her mother about five years ago. Dianne, her mom, may she rest in peace, will have lived a longer life than her, having died at the age of forty, give or take some years, but overall, she was given the chance to actually and fully live.

Ever since I can remember, Sam has had a shitty life from the get go, which is a reason my mother didn't like me hanging out with her and her siblings when we were kids. They came from a household troubled by all sorts of domestic problems, stemming mainly from their low social status and ethnicity (Native American, something our families share, but fortunately I wasn't victim to the poverty that usually plagues a large number of Natives), but that hardly stopped by aunt from bringing them by more often than not, and from all of us being childhood friends.

She and her siblings lives were hard, unfair, unfortunate, less than what they deserved, and she herself lived fast, seemingly for a purpose, because she'll die young. Luckily, despite the many pitfalls and mistakes she has made, there was a silver lining, as she will be survived by her two toddler sons, Alejandro and J.D. Strangely, and if not more ironically, Alejandro, her eldest son, is the spitting image of her older brother, Alex, in which he is named. He has the same face, the same wheat blond hair, and the same name, save for the Latin twist. He possesses such an uncanny likeness, it's utterly laughable, so much that my auntie made a joke earlier in the evening that if she has something to confess, now would be the time to do it, and when she did, it riled a genuine laugh from all of us.

You know... I'm really hoping Alex and his wife will adopt the boys. God I hope he will. You can't have one without the other, and with their family dropping off as they are, you can't remove them from their blood relatives. Sure, Alex, is only a few years older than her, but if he doesn't, there's no one else that can, will, that fits the requirements for their adoption.

Alex isn't here yet, but he's flying in from Alaska tomorrow. The doctors say Sam won't last through the night, but we have no doubt she will. She'll wait for her last sibling to arrive, I know she will. They share the same father, much like their two younger sisters, and they're all tied together by their deceased mom. Their fathers are deadbeats, so they only have each other.

The only silver of comfort I get from these dour circumstances is that their two younger sisters, Happy Star and Zintkala, are both pregnant, and somewhat hilariously, only a week apart.*

When I was born, my father's grandfather died the same day. My father and his family told me this was a passing of souls. One life entered the world and one left it. They also say I am much like my great grandfather, as well as like his son, my grandfather, Papa Mac.

So a life for a life. Seems like a fair trade off, and concerning Sam, this passing will be two birds for one soul. Seems exceptionally fair to me, no?

Oh, but still... it's not. It's not fair at all. There's so much to say, so much I never said, so much I didn't do for her, nothing I can do for her, it all seems so pointless to even discuss it at this critical point, especially here, and all I can manage to say is something juvenile and blunt, like life is cruel and so unfair.

I don't know what to say or do at the moment, other than oblige this feeling to share. This is different than if a grandparent passed away. It hits too close to home. She's my cousin, even if it's not by blood, she's my cousin, and she's my friend, and I am going to miss her more than I realize. I wish life had been different for her. Better. Then maybe she would have been given more years. Or been dealt anything else.

Did you know, I don't believe in fate? I believe you control your own destiny. You wield, spin, find your own fate. I don't like the self delusion that someone else is calling your shots, but I see the grandeur and I understand the comfort that comes in the belief that someone else is directing you, so in case you fuck up, you don't have to take the blame. But with conclusions such as, I call bullshit on it all. On our so called God given free will, and bullshit on fatalism, because you apparently can't and don't win either way.

Anyway, enough blogging of my woeful feelings and emotastic personal dilemmas. I'm quite sick of dwelling on our fleeting mortality, dwelling on her, on anything that doesn't bring a smile to my face, or anyone else's for that matter.

So on a less depressing note, let's switch over to the exact opposite, okay? Here, I'll start: I thought it was impossible, but somehow, someway, by some horrific strike by some spiteful, sinister god (the same one who's dealing Sam's cards, I dare say), they unsexied my baby daddy.

That's right. They did, and she said it. So were you listening, Plushi? Did you hear that? MY baby daddy. I'll Krauser knife fight you for him! Just bring it! *hearty fist shake* That, or we can share. You know, set him to a schedule of odd and even days. Drop him off all sparkling clean and posh and never let him wear loose shirts, or pants for that matter, although the pants he wears in RE4 are slammin'...

Oh, dammit. Bloody sexy Leon distracting me! Case in point of le unsexy: Oh, c'mon! As if I'm not pained enough! You go and mess with him? HIM!

How, just how do you unsexy the sexiest ~~fictional~~ man on ever created?! Please. Someone tell me. Specifically the dream fuckers over at Capcom. Because congratulations! You did it! *throws confetti* You did the impossible, and you did it well. Bastards.

Oh, and don't tell me he hasn't been touched either. Because I see it. I'm not blind. It's all over him. Maybe it's just the trailer, but something about him is just... wrong. So wrong, and it's ugly. And I want to throttle it, or kiss and soothe it and make it better, but I can't. I can't! His face is too long. His skin is too waxy. His hair isn't parted right. It's just not Leon, and that drives me nuts!

My only consolation to this trivial and vain ache is my hope of possessing these pretty, pretty babies. That last one is same thing thing as the first two, only with more pictures. Oh, Leon... swoon! You brighten any dreary day with your ridiculous man beauty. Speaking of which, I better go before I end up sleeping the day away. It's very, very late... or early.

<3

PS: Next time I update, it shall be with scribbly pictures. Oh. And shout out to all my homies. That means you. Love ya, dawgs. WOOF.

Oh, except for you. You know who you are... *squinty eyes*

*This is very bittersweet though, because they're also both teenagers, only a year apart in age (seventeen and eighteen, the former with a twenty-two year old fiance!) all of this to my utter chagrin.

Thought I would put this little detail in the footnotes, because, you know, it kind of takes away from the sapient and hopeful knowledge of my elders that I so lovingly shared.

<mood| Crushed>
<music| One Republic - All We Are>

Still Alive

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 09:45:31 GMT

I could fall asleep as I type this, I am so fatigued and that burnt out, but I came here for a reason, and that was to tell you, my friends and fellows, that I am not dead, and the only dead I'll ever be here is tired.

Lately, I've had absolutely no time for art, despite my desperate want to just sit down and draw for hours on end, and even when I get the chance, it's fleeting or exchanged for a long, hard nap, or some other sort of rejuvenation.

Work has been a killer the past few months, and it's worn my roommates and I out like you wouldn't believe. Granted, summer is our blackout and we're fully aware of this exasperating fact, but it still doesn't make it any easier, especially given the late and extra hours kindly given to us by our pseudo Nazi of a boss, who, by the way, is the lowest of the low on the authority totem, which just adds insult to injury.

On that note and a point I have to bring up to get off my chest, said woman has the gall to mock me openly about the havoc the repetitive motion that is my job is doing to my hand, this being another large reason I haven't been drawing; my job is agitating the hell out of my entire right side, knee included.

Slave drive, tease, and try to provoke me as much as you want, but I will not overexert myself in such a way that it results in physical harm to myself. I will not end up like that, not like the others, certainly not when they're younger and older than me, and absolutely not when I'm as young as I am and endangering something as dear to me as my capability to draw.

Pushing that aside though and curbing myself lest I say something I'll regret (but likely not), more recently - this past week to be exact - my great grandmother (who was just grandma to all of us, sibs, cousins, aunts, and uncles) died after it seemed she had fully recovered from pneumonia.

To say the least, it was a gradual shock for me that took it's time to set in, but I'm fine now. Well, I will be as long as my dad, uncles, and aunts are... I'm more worried about them because it really hit them hard because it was like losing their mother all over again. She was the end of an era, last of the elders, and loved by all, so it's difficult to swallow.

The funeral isn't until the third week of September, so hopefully that will give everyone time to process it and cope accordingly. I really look forward to it because after it all, we can have a proper celebration of her wonderful life with the entire family.

In other news concerning the end of August... my aunt and cousin on my mother's side of the family are in town to celebrate the sixth month sobriety of my teenage cousin.

I just found out today that my little brother has officially broken up with his girlfriend of five years and now needs a place to stay since they bought of the lease to hurry things along, and the most prominent option is moving in with me and my roommates, adding four to our house, and if he does that, we'll possibly have three cats.

Also, for some random and slightly exhausting reason, a lot of my male friends want to hang out in the following days, because of course it has to be the week before I fly out for my vacation.

As for the females, a few of them want to bivouac in our backyard because all the campsites are sold out, and, to be honest, girls, you haven't been very nice to Jey, May, and I lately, so tough freaking luck. Go find yourself a nice park or cardboard box to rough it in.

Oh. And before I forget, I have yet to receive my jury deferral that ensues I won't be given a warrant for skipping jury duty while I'm out of state.

And this is where I pass out.

Because overall, and to reiterate, life as of late has been trying, exhausting, painful, hilarious, repetitive, and just plain lackluster and hardly any fun! The only highlight to all this crapolla is my approaching vacation to Hawaii with my roomies. I cannot wait for that. It is a much needed silver lining, and I am thrumming with anticipation. I can't wait to camp, dive, let go, swim, smile, play, ride, hike, breathe, sight see, tan, nap, eat, buy, dance, laugh, relax, and ultimately visit my family and recover via having a blast and preparing myself for school in the fall.

Now let's just hope I can make it to Friday with my jury deferral in hand, check off at least half of my do to list, and not punch and/or bitch out my shitty egotistical boss before then.

<mood| Stressed>
<music| James Morrison - The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore>

Everyone in Death Note is a douchenozzle

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 04:39:30 GMT

My goodness, I haven't been here in ages! Pardon me, but how the hell are you?

<mood| Devious>
<music| Howie Day - Collide>

12:51

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 19:58:41 GMT

I have to put my black German Shepard, Timber, to sleep at 3 o'clock today. It's now 12:51. I've had him for more then ten years and the latter portion of my childhood. I know this doesn't compare to the death of a human, but that doesn't matter to me because I'm still losing a beloved member of my family.

Ugh, Timber, I'll miss you. Requiescat in pace, my friend.

<mood| crushed>
<music| Kate Rusby - Little Jack Frost>

Why we so in denial when we are not happy here?

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 18:39:56 GMT

What is up, all you beautiful, kick ass people?! I love you all!

<3333

<mood| devious>
<music| Okkervil River - Black>

My Friday night delight

Wed, 07 Feb 2007 08:57:18 GMT

Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream! I... it... Oh my, does that not just sound utterly, incredibly, fantastically delicious? I remember when this was a rumor, and it could very well be an elaborate, Photoshopped prank, but if my sources are correct (nofactzone.net), this is just a draft for the real deal, due to hit freezers in April.

Yum-mee. What I wouldn't do for a tasty carton of truthiness! And I do hope this is true, because you do not joke about edible things and Colbert, especially not when it's sweet, sweet ice cream.

Also, just for the record (and you know who you are), he is not old, or at least not too old to date (or dream about). He's only a few decades my senior and we’re all consenting adults here, no? Early forties aren’t bad at all, especially if he doesn’t look ‘em, and anyhow, when it comes to Mr. Stephen Colbert, why would it matter and what's not to adore? <333

<mood| enthralled>
<music| Queens of the Stone Age - No One Knows>

Harry Potter is an evil warlock...

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 13:06:58 GMT

...and you're all going to Hell for liking him.

I don't deny anyone's right to believe, nor would I ever want to since we all need something to believe in, but I just find the following very, horribly entertaining.

This post contains spoilers for the independent documentary, Jesus Camp.

Things I Heard From Jesus Camp:

Becky Fisher: Where should we be putting our efforts? Where should we be putting our focus? I'll tell you where our enemies are putting it - they're putting it on the kids. They're going into the schools... [She then proceeds to speak of Palestine and religious camps, likening them with the camps, eg, Jesus Camp] ...we send out own children to. [Then she states how martyrs are fashioned, suggesting we should do the same, (hopefully in a less horrific manner).]

Becky Fisher: I wanna see young people who are as committed to the cause of Jesus Christ as the young people are to the cause of Islam. I wanna see them as radically laying down their lives for the gospel as they are over in Pakistan, in Israel, in Palestine and all those different places.

Levi's Mom: If you look at Creationism, you realize it’s the only possible answer to all the questions.

Levi's Mom: Did you get to the part where it says science doesn't prove anything? And it’s really interesting when you look at it that way.

Levi's Mom: God didn't say have children and give them to someone for eight hours a day.

Levi's Mom: Our firm belief is that there are two kinds of people in the world: people who love Jesus, and people who don't.

Little Rachael talking to her bowling ball: Jesus, please bless this ball.

Little Rachael: *sees a pretty, tan, blonde young woman eating at a table dressed in a pink shirt* Um, hi... God told me that, He... you're on his mind... He just wants to take you, and love on you, and He has special plans for you, and your life.... and He just wants you to be able to follow Him with your whole heart. *gives the young woman a brochure*

More than three children and a mother before dinner: I pledge alliance to the Christian flag, to the savior whose kingdom it stands... I pledge alliance to the bible, God’s holy word...

Becky Fisher: We just ask to be covered with the blood of Jesus.

Loud Speakers: J. C. is in the house! We're kickin' it for Christ!

Becky Fisher: The devil goes after the young. Those who cannot fend for themselves. That's why we're trying to help you, trying to warn you. And while we're on the subject, let me say something about Harry Potter... Warlocks are enemies of God! And I don't care what kind of hero they are; they're an enemy of God, and, had it been in the Old Testament, Harry Potter would have been put to death. You don't make heroes out of warlocks. [People clap and say amen.]

Becky Fisher: [Pouring the Water of God from a plastic Nestle's bottle onto the hands of children.]

Levi: Doesn't he look like Harry Potter? Mom, doesn’t he look like Harry Potter?
Levi’s Mom: A bit, yes.
Harry Potter: I can't watch it because it has witchcraft.
~~Sinner~~ Kid next to Harry Potter: My mom doesn't want me to watch any of the movies because they're witchcraft, but I watch them at my dad's. [Spoken with a giant, happy, sneaky grin on his face. A crushing silence follows in which everyone at the table acknowledges that this kid is going to Hell.]

Life Speaker: He formed you in your mother's womb. You're not just a piece of protoplasm, whatever that is.

Ted Haggard: So all the public schools telling them they're animals, they're the product of natural selection, we tell 'em God loves you, God created you, you have a purpose in life.

Ted Haggard: There's a new church like this every two days in America. It's gotten enough growth to essentially sway every election. If the Evangelicals vote, they determine the election. It's a fab-bulous life!

Levi: We're being trained to go out and train others. Train others to be God's army and do God's will. What he wants to do to you.

Car Wash Guy/Voice Over: The most religious nation in the world is India. The least is Sweden. We are a nation of Indians ruled by Sweds.

Sign carried by a child: Jesus is God.

Things I Learned From Jesus Camp:

- The children are adorable and bright, but incredibly naive, sheltered, and impressionable. Basically, they are kids.

- There were a lot of kids wearing shirts that said, “I <3 NY.” I find that very funny. I don't know why.

- People speaking in tongues is plain scary.

- 75% of home schooled kids in the United States are Evangelical Christians.

- Global warming doesn’t exist, and if it does, it doesn’t matter because Jesus is coming soon to take us all from earth, so cut down our trees, use all of our oil, and take advantage of everything the earth has to offer while we're still here, or it, whichever falls first!

- “God wants to love on you” should be on a t-shirt.

- General rock and roll = bad. Christian rock and roll = good.

- Britney Spears and Lindsey Lohan do suck. Kudos, Tory.

- Christian mothers seem really bitchy.

- All children are on loan from God.

- Jesus Camp is located near Devil's Lake, South Dakota.

- Becky prayed over Microsoft PowerPoint.

- It may look like a lion from cub to adult, but it’s apparently a tiger by the tail. Thanks, Beck.

- Levi wearing a t-shirt parodying Reese’s peanut butter cups and replacing it with Jesus is hi-larious.

- If ghost stories don't honor or focus on God, keep them to yourself.

- Becky was on the computer making a slide in PowerPoint which said: Punishment for Sin is Death. Unfortunately, I can only show you what she wrote and the font color. If Livejournal had a BLOOD DRIPPING FONT, I could properly illustrate it to you then. But they don't, so I'll I can offer is a picture in your head and Becky's words of, "Yeah, that's better."

- Sticky toy hands you get from twenty-five cent machines represent sin and all that dirty stuff because they’re sticky. :C

- Children worshiping and pawing a life-sized cardboard cut out of George W. Bush is petrifying.

- Life Speaker guy told Levi he has a great name.

- Life Speaker guy said God wrote a Book of Life for each of us; He wrote out our lives before we were born, thus our lives are preordained. Yet, the bible states God gave men free will.

- God autographs each life book, too.

- Abortions are killing God's dreams.

- Life Speaker guy is strongly against abortion, hence his LIFE shirt and putting LIFE duct tape over the mouths of kids. A person is a person, and 1/3 of your friends could be here with you, but mommy and daddy couldn't afford a baby or didn't want your friends cramping their lifestyles.

- Kids can help overthrow abortion. Children are praying to end abortion in America, so think twice, ladies.

- Jumping around and screaming, "Martyr! Martyr!" with other kids looks really fun and cool.

- "Don't be a promise breaker, be a history maker!"

- If Christian Mom doesn't let you watch Harry Potter, maybe Satanic Dad will!

- Levi and friend met the reverend, Ted Haggard, an idol of theirs other than Jesus or God, who spoke of the evils of homosexuality and other sins. Note, Jesus Camp came out before Ted - Ted’s confession being that he'd been visiting a male prostitute monthly for three years, where we would engaged in sex as well as abuse meth, something he denied on more than one occasion then dubbed it as ‘immoral sexuality,’ and Satan's evil doing. I feel so bad for Levi and friend.

- Evangelists love America.

- Evangelist children assume most blacks are Muslim.

- What are you selling, little kid? God! That’s what! You can worship a stone, but please don't throw it at me.

- Becky Fisher, the head of Jesus Camp and an Evangelist church, gave her seal of approval to this documentary. She was very pleased with what she saw, saying it was a fair depiction of Evangelists.

In the end, I did enjoy the movie because it invoked much after thought and it was a refreshing perspective, but ultimately it strengthened my personal belief that you should always question what you believe in.

Always, always, always question beliefs systems, I can't stress it enough. Whether it's concerning religion, science, morals, whatever, anything and everything you can, question it, even if you don't get any answers. Believe in what you think is right, what you feel is right, what makes you happy, and always have faith in yourself.

<mood| tired>
<music| Godzilla, Mothra, and King Ghidorah: The Movie >

I shouldn't have to, but...

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 17:52:21 GMT

F-locking el diario del fangirl because only mis amigos are allowed to see me act like un idiota.

EDIT: [8/25/08] After careful consideration, I've decided to unlock my journal so the entire world may fall victim to my complete lunacy. Enjoy!

[mood| excited]
[music| Rufio - Don't Forget About Me ]

Twilight Princess Spoilers

Wed, 15 Nov 2006 06:31:37 GMT

I should really stop looking for spoilers before I really spoil myself. -_-;;; I can't help it though... it comes out this weekend! My science, I'm going to flip out and drink pomegranate liquor come Sunday! This is probably old news to many of you, but it's new to me, so humor me, won't you?

Let me use as few words as possible: Magicked green tunic, Kakariko Village, Death Mountain, the Running (Post)Man, Ilia does stuff, and Link mounts that fug wannabe Epona from behind. Harharhar. The horse which is still too large and ugly in my opinion (and it has demon eyes according to Jey), but it's growing on me.

This is also the prettiest fucking Princess Zelda ever. Talk about an upgrade! Semi-spoilers below:

Okay, that's about all I feel like sharing at the moment. I'll get back to everyone with an actual post... really, I promise. Substance coming soon. Love you, darlings! Ciao!

[mood| excited]
[music| Antonio Vivaldi - Concerto Grosso No. 8 in A Minor, Opus 3 ]

Beginning of the End

Sun, 08 Oct 2006 22:59:40 GMT

NO... It has begun!

#5 - Now that just melts you like butter.
#6 - Me oh my.
#7 - Complete lies.
#27 - Zelda's a yaoi fangirl.
#32 - Now what would your mother think of those thoughts?
#40 - Burn.
#45 - l o l

Eloquent, am I not? After reading that 1sentence sweetness I first abhorred (only because it had Marth vying for hearts that were not Roy's) I have come to a conclusion: I am entirely smitten with Pit/Link, and to that I say Oh. Hell. No! Because if that's accepted, what next? Samus/Snake love?

[mood| giggly]
[music| Outkast - Hey Ya ]

I need the song started over

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 18:40:46 GMT

EDIT: Just an old rant, ignore it, please.

I know you won't see this, you never will, I wouldn't let you, won't, but just so you know, just so someone knows, I wasn't asking for your permission, because that's the last thing I needed you to give.

I was looking for validation, for re-fucking-assurance via confiding in you a decision I had already made, but was so unsure of. Could you not tell? Maybe if you just looked at me? Actually listened to me? How can you be blind and deaf, or be so very blind and deaf at once?

The next time I forgive and forget and history repeats itself, please don't throw my words back in my face like you always do, like you did me some kind of favor by taking time out of your ever busy life to stop, look, and listen. Lord knows you're not that busy, and neither am I, which is why we can find the time to talk to each other so often, or maybe we're not talking often enough.

Either way, a little compassion, a little common sense from you by the tautness of my muscles and strain in my voice on your part would be joyously appreciated, because for fuck's sake, I'm strong, but I can only take so much.

It's not over either. Even if you think running away will end things, I'd rather you stay than leave, that way at least I know where you are. But you want to flee after it all, and you always do, leave to chase the taste I've left in your mouth.

And who am I to stop you? I don't, again I won't, but when you come back and bring with you a liquid apology, a grande chai instead of a mocha, it's instances like that I hate and love, love, love you, and such a dichotomy is crippling. Because it means - because it flawlessly shows - that despite the imperfections, the fluctuating distance and my irreparable loneliness, you were there. You were fucking there, and shit. You actually know me.

[mood| apathetic]
[music|Hot Hot Heat – Middle of Nowhere ]

Poetry a la SKK

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 08:21:39 GMT

Just looking for some feedback, please. I'm hoping to jump start the author (see title) into writing again. Here are a few of her older pieces:

I Was, Still Am

You were the Future of the Past,
a legacy of battles won.

I was the Eternal Present.

Hath you not come,
I would not have known Time.
It was Life that drove you to me,
it was Love that became of it.

My Inferno became my Wake,
you were part of Time,
as I was not.

So I watched you age,
and sang to you as you slept.
You were the silent spirit,
so I stopped singing to hear you.

I was the Eternal Present.

Death and I have never crossed paths;
this was, this is, my Inferno, my death sentence.

You didn't kill me when you left,
you killed me when you kissed me.

Justice

When the night seemed too cold,
you'd call my name,
my hands you hold,
but your presence is only a mist to me.

The stars still trace your warm bright eyes,
the moon still shines in the midnight sky.

You've gone far away from me,
saying that you needed to be free.
I loved you too much to keep you here,
so I let you go and swallowed my fears.

But the reason you left was for her,
when you told me it's true love and that you were sure.
I felt betrayed by the both of you;
you've juggled my heart and broke it in two.

Now it's been about six months,
and she has left you for someone else.
You came back to me acting
like I'm your trophy on a shelf.
But it's too late from what you've caused,
and for your acting, you deserve all the applause.

The curtain now closes at the end of this show,
and I just wanted to let you know,
to live with the consequences that you've made,
keep them in your heart,
never let it fade.

Now you're punished for all that you do,
just as I was punished for loving you.

Original Sin

Words that we could not say,
feelings that we could not show,
for the love that I have for you,
I can never let you know.

This is my heart calling for you,
though I'll never truly win.
This is my soul, so deep and so blue...

My original sin.

Everyday that we're together,
you seem to draw more near.
Is this right or is it wrong?
That is what I fear.

It is my voice speaking your name,
though I'll never truly win.
It is your touch that drives me insane...

My original sin.

If this is so wrong...
then why do you still love me?
If this is so right...
then why can't we be?

Our hearts are yearning for each other,
though we'll never truly win.
Our souls are reaching for one another...

This original sin.

[mood| thirsty]
[music| K-Ci & Jojo - Tell Me It's Real ]

I forgot to tick S1

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 09:06:09 GMT

Are you happy, Michi? ARE YOU?

NOW POST YOUR ART, PLEASE.

[mood| complacent]
[music| Brandy - Sittin' Up In My Room ]