Sunday, March 29, 2009

simon is helping.

the internet hates juno.
no that it's possible.
because juno is unhatable.
me, on the other hand, i love juno.
her sex is on fire.

here's some pictures that juno made.

Saturday, March 28, 2009


Right now, i am probably the busiest I have been all year.
What's scary about that is, not that I'm ridiculously busy,
but that I seem to be coping.

I don't understand how it's possible.
I have so much to do.
And most of it's not done yet, but I've started it all.
And I have a job now.
Which means I have less time to do it in.

But I'm kind of ok..


Friday, March 13, 2009


I don't have any secrets.
Not from you, anyway.

I like a boy. There. Happy?
I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me back.
But I can't stop liking him.
I like him a lot.
and it's stupid. I feel awkward about liking him,
because even if something did happen,
I wouldn't have a clue how to be a what's expected.
I don't know how to freaking kiss.
I'm seventeen and a half and i haven't been kissed.
Pretty sure that's some sort of sign.
Maybe I'm unappealing.
Maybe my inexperience is unappealing.
Maybe I should stop caring and just run away to Honduras and volunteer there for the rest of my life. I'll live off the scraps of food I give to the kids.

or something.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Dear Mr. Wilde,

My Dearest, Oscar Wilde.

I write to you today after spending four hours of my life analysing the forty-six years of yours.
It has come to my attention that you are, in fact, awesome.
I would like to officially apologise on behalf of society for you being sent to prison for being a homosexual.
It was wrong, and most people understand that now.

Respectfully yours,

Sunday, March 1, 2009

[you will too]

You sit.
You sit in the dark, smelly waiting room.
You all sit on the cracked-black-leather couches, in the ink black gloom, in the shadowy, dingy, black waiting room.
I wander through the endless, blurry, unfocussed brilliance of the Night's glow.
You wait.
I move.
Moving[you will too].