So I moved to LJ.
Its boring me.
So I'm moving back.
Not here, though.
Here.

feel the revolution

Hi, guys :)
Livejournal is down right now, so I'm going to update here.

If only I had something to say. Hmm. Well, I miss you. Kinda.. Eh, not really. Uhhhh... Went to the movies with my dungeon slave last night. Fun, fun. Some parts were really confusing. Maybe that's because we weren't paying close attention, but the movie in its entirety was altogether creepy. Hell, I can't be in the same room with a radio or TV for the next week or so.

Have you ever opened a can of Coke and poured it.. and then listened to the can a couple of minutes later? You can hear it sizzling, even though you didn't move it. It makes me wonder if something fell in while I wasn't looking, and now is drowning in the carbonated deathpool. I feel bad. Maybe I should throw in a cheerio as a lifesaver... Just in case.

Today's Natalie's birthday. I got her fat lady cards. Vengeance is mine. Watch me get like.. two props. You've all forgotten about me

&&SAM

Having a wonderful time here at Livejournal, Florida.  ..

Do you miss me? If you do, this will make the pain easier to bear.

BLEEDINGtoast
&&SAM

"Call me a safe bet.. I'm betting I'm not. I know that you can forgive. I'm only hoping as time goes... You can forget."

I have good and bad news, all rolled into one. I might be completely moving to Florida.

Of course, you are all aware that "Florida" is codename for Livejournal.

If you want my LJ name, ask me for it.

&&SAM

I admit it. I'm the master of self deprecation. And you're always at your best when I'm looking my worst. You always manage to come out on top. This is your proudest moment-- Live it up. Action means much more than words and blood much more thicker than ink, so I'll exchange my pen for a knife. I'll carve your name on my wrists so I can literally bleed for you because you never believed when I told you it was true. But you don't mind me. You maintain the status quo and disregard everyone, as you normally do so well. Tonight, you'll raise your glass and swallow bleach, rinsing out the remaining stains of me because I've always been the ketchup on your clean shirt. You don't mind the taste because I'm sure your mouth's gone numb from running. You're so good at bending lies into the truth. No one does it better than you. 

And this alcohol I'm drinking counteracts with the way I'm thinking, and mingles with the pills I'm taking. Toxic and elaborate, they dance the waltz of the chemicals inside the ballroom of my liver. "Let's tear this building apart!" The party has moved upstairs to my skull. The pounding beat of my temple resonates throughout my brain. Each and every note brings a stab of pain. Because mushrooms and green leaves make for beautiful scenery, and Jack Daniel is my favorite friend. "There's no one in the world I care for more, I'll die for you...", I said as I rapidly gulped down the contents of Jack's vile bowels, trying to replace my blood with something else. I'm betting on the fact that if I can't bleed, I can't feel pain, but it's a win-win situation for me: If it doesn't work I'll die anyway. So add another tally to that tombstone, as the paramedics retreat from my house at 2:01 in the morning. They found me lying in the bathtub, alcohol flowing from my wrists. And I had held my breath waiting for you to come and save me. This is the end.

Such is the result of flirtation and hopeless infatuation. A one-night stand that quickly becomes two a week. Quitting? Not a fucking chance. I always finish what I start. Always.

Today felt like hell. But a lot colder.
&&SAM You need me like a bad habit.