Nov 21, 2003
Later

music: Tori

mood: cuddly

Warning: This entry concludes that I am manic.
     Or maybe I'm just better at grasping things and moving on. Anyways, a night of Fear and Loathing[yes the movie, no, not drugs] wholesome talking, and the highpoint: lots of warm cuddling and hair-stroking. I definately needed it badly. We're going to take this as friends right now, and I think that's perfect. Im watching him develop into a stronger person, as I introspectivly watch myself. C'est si bon.

Posted at 11:55 pm by WreathofBarbs
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You don't see me

Music: -

Mood: crushed

You do this to me time and time again, over and over, and I let myself let you. God I'm such a fuck. Im stupid and naive, and maybe I am just a fucking little girl. Why would you take advantage of that? Take advantage of my emotions. Driving all the way from Toledo just to go to some dumb concert that you'd already seen, why would you mess with my head like that? Did you get some sort of amusement out of it? Am I just a joke to you?? To think that I have shed tears over you, more than once in the past.
    Mind fucked.

Posted at 05:19 pm by WreathofBarbs
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Funeral

Music: Wumpscut

Mood: Sedated

Well, I just got back from Marge's funeral. It was very sad but very nice. As always, an Irish wake livens the mood a bit. I'm so very tired today. Don't know why really. Just am, I guess. A night of movies and sushie ensues..

Posted at 03:28 pm by WreathofBarbs
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Nov 20, 2003
Page1

Music: Hanzel und Gretyl

Mood: Off

Talking to Josh on the phone..... But anyways. This is my fourth attempt at a diary. Im hoping maybe this time I'll keep up with this. I think maybe I can. , I really need something [someone] to talk to talk to right now. So maybe I'll make a new best friend or something...

Posted at 08:44 pm by WreathofBarbs
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We tried to watch the sun rise, but a cloud fell and we froze inside your coat. One arm for you, and one for me--two arms crossing, winding . . . as the tide roared in. The highway howling high above, the smoke rolled in and covered us. It smothered us but still we wished the seconds could be years. Laguna Beach was soaked in tears, the sea retreated, the world retreated. Nothing left but sand . . . Laguna Beach ran through our hands.A castle rose, a story closed too soon

name:Rebecca

music:lengendary pink dots+tori amos+wumpscut+coil+depeche mode+bile+kmfdm+lords of acid+massive attack+sneaker pimps+skinny puppy+hanzel und gretyl+the genitorturers+smashing pumkins etc..
pleasure:reading[psychology+philosophy+fiction]skin[piercings+ink]fashion[make-up+photography+clothing]clothing[vinyl+patent boots+short skirts+waitress dresses+latex+corsetry]fetish[corsetry+liquid latex++hotwax]porn[bondage]humans[conversation]
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