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St. Patrick's Day.
As November rolls around, I am once again reminded of this John Mayer song. The song is basically about how he finds a relationship to have for the winter. I understood the song, but it wasn't until last November th… -
Blur?
Oh my goodness, last night was just crazy.How can I put this properly? I didn't exactly get toe' up; but I was pretty close. Liquor. Dang.But I had a great time. I saw Misha. I saw Armand. I saw Ron, although I felt lik… -
Lovelorn.
I'm sick. My heart is sick, and all because of some stupid dream. But what an intense dream. I loved him. He lived in another world with his conservative father. We were all super heroes. There was a dragon. In one … -
Music box.
"Life inside the music box ain't easy. The mallets hit the gears are always turning, and everyone inside the mechanism is yearning to get out. And sing another melody completely. So different from the one they're alwa… -
My finger hurts.
I banged it against a stairwell railing, and I don't know. It's aching. So I threw the ice pack into the freezer, and I'll pull it out soon. Maybe typing with my right hand index finger isn' the best idea right now, but … -
Goddamn open.
I'm living my love life through Sex and the City, and everyone around me. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to start...I want to say that I want to start opening myself up more, but who am I kidding? Can I really b… -
Sing us a song.
I don't know if I can't sleep or I just don't want to sleep. I should sleep; I know that much.I don't want a relationship. Not now, at least. God, I feel like a broken record. I don't want to have sex. I either keep re… -
Apparently I'm the next Nora Roberts.
From the journal of Chris Bernal: A short story."I'm not sure what love is." He said to me as we laid in his bed one cold evening. I turned and looked at him staring into his closet. We had just finished making love, a p… -
The Name of the Game.
From the journal of Chris Bernal: A short story."Hey!" He approached me as I looked up from my writing. "Hey." I smiled warmly as the wind tossed my hair around. The skies were cloudy and dark, but that hadn't stopped m… -
To the misters in my life.
Mr. S.H: I'm aggravated at this situation, because it's utterly ridiculous. Of course I'm severely attracted to you. Not only are you 17 and very straight, but you're so comfortable in your sexuality that you can joke a…
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A Poem.
Untitled. There's that boy. I've seen him here bef... -
Elementalism.
"Damn community college. Damn myself for losing my... -
St. Patrick's Day.
As November rolls around, I am once again rem...
