If this horse were mine I'd ride it out of here, so far away. Alas, I haven't the money for it, no stable, nobody to help me care for it.
So I'll give this horse a pet and walk away.



Only thing seperating me and them now is an electric fence. I'll touch it, but I don't want to climb it. It's probably not worth it anyways. On the offchance it stops my heart.



Halloween doesn't mean what it used to so I feel the same this time of year that I do around Exmass. People stuffing themselves on sweets and getting drunker. xD For the record, I'm okay with that. I'll pretend to celebrate for a bit of alkiemahol. I'm just not much of a holiday-er anymore.


I don't put razorblades in the candy.

You'll still end up in the E.R. :D
Unless you can handle it. Heh.
Whatevs.
I thought..........bunnies of mass production.

I went to the doctor today. That was duper.

So I'm on more meds, plus some day/nyquil knockoff shiat that makes me wanna barf.

Upside: mom is nicer.

I can barely fucking breathe, my inhaler doesn't help much. I'm supposed to use it every two hours though.

Upside: being sick + sick meds = some story inspiring dreams.

ALSO......


I had a genius moment recently. Yeah, I said genius, fuck off.
The story I worked on for 5+ years that turned all post-apocalypse and went to shit (I lost my Muse) might get finished after all. The short Crossroads story (the one that I bragged my ass off about but didn't make too many people read because I didn't get any farther than the rough draft) could be the pre-apocalpse. If you read the Crossroads story you'd have the tiniest inkling of what I was talking about...or not...
The whole demon summoning thing and then all the other shiat blah blah blah I'm not going to say it because it's so fucking out of context. The point is...maybe it could work. Something I would be super duper proud of.

Six years in the making, what's another couple?


And dewds, gheyassfangirlnerd ALERT: SUPERNATURAL MARATHON STARTING AT 11 PM ON TNT TONIGHT UNTIL NEW EPISODE ON CW TOMORROW <33333

Fuck me I love that bromantic show.

This chick reads Playboy articles on the radio for the blind! She also describes the pictures. Awesome. http://apnews.myway.com/article/20100909/D9I4C0HO1.html

Duuuuuuude omg avoided a big fucking catastrophe. Yikes.

So I'm going to go see R.E.4 this weekend, by myself. Because I'm a loser, yo. I just roll solo. Soooo low.

My mom doesn't even want to see it with me. Whatevs.

I had a dream about prom last night. Quite strange. I'm a bit anti-prom. I told mum fuckit I'm not going because I forgot to shave my legs. xD
I prolly didn't want to go in the first place. *sigh*

No more alkiemahol until October 8th. Wooooo.

I'm pretty sure nobody reads this, so I can say anything.

So Ashes Divide is Billy Howerdel. So like, I knew that a while ago, but it didn't really click until recently. I'm weird about shit like that.

I fucking love Slipknot, more than you know. But fucking loathe Stonesour.
Love Soundgarden, like Audioslave, like Chris Cornell.
LOVE LOVE <3 original Alice In Chains, but now, fuck no. It's just. Not. Right.

Random..........woo..........There's more, but fuck, That's right, buttfuck, I'm tipsy, fuckit.

The first part of my story is so boring. The second part is going to be...well, the complete opposite. It'll make you go "Holy shit that girl is messed up"

Yar, I am. ^_^

So I have nobody to talk to. That's okay, just how it used to be. Here's a taste of my writingz, it's three years old but definitely a fav.

  Little Annalise chased the monster through worlds to save him. After her mommy gurgled through the second mouth at her neck, "Go, go find him" Little Annalise knew she had to.
Blood all over her little dress, mommy's face appearing in the shimmering, red mass. She didn't understand, but did she have to?
Sticky from the bath of her mother's crimson pool, she hid easily in darkness. This world was so wet, dark, all shades of red and brown. Where was she? Little Annalise swallowed nervousely, hearing the raging monster not five feet from her, breathing heavily. "Big monster," she called out. "I have come to get my brother back...do you have him?" The monster grinned and gnashed his teeth, she saw bits and strands of blond and brown hair strung between his molars.
"Little Annalise," the monster rasped in a husky, blood-craving voice. "I do have you brother, indeed do I. You must give me something for me to return him, I'll only return him when you give me something and that you must!"
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Little Annalise carried her brother home to her mother, who was still alive, much to Little Annalise's surprise. "Mommy, mommy! I have found my baby brother, your baby son." And the mother responed with, "What did you have to trade for him?"
"Oh, nothing much..." Little Annalise whispered as blackish blood dripped down her cheeks onto her already filthy and bloodied dress. She pushed her hair from her face so her mother could see and cradled the little baby in her arms. Little Annalise smiled as the empty caves where her eyes should have been gleamed brightly in the dim light. "Only my eyes, mommy. Only my eyes."

I found a thing about Prop 8 and there was a link to all these pictures of gay couples and the message before the link was "If you think gay marriage is a threat to your heterosexual marriage, think again. Just look at these pictures."
So I clicked the link. I was looking thru the pics, and all I could think was What's the point here? All I'm seeing is beautiful couples-I mean REALLY beautiful, they were glowing. Completely in love, and just married. There was NO difference.

Get it? NO difference.

Sooo..I dunno, whether it's religion, like hardcore religious b.s. the whole "it should be between a man and a woman" thing. I've read the bible, I've studied a lot of religion. It all boils down to words, opinions, customs, guidelines.
It doesn't matter to me, my religion doesn't even register.

When it comes to natural chemical release in the body, i.e. attraction, religion can't do very much about that anyways, can it?