http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/ [ forget me not ] Sun, 01 May 2005 05:40:05 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2005. Art Writing Reading http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/archive/103.html Sun, 01 May 2005 13:37:07 GMT MOVED TO ABREACTION. http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/comments?id=103 http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/archive/102.html Sun, 03 Apr 2005 17:05:16 GMT Goo Goo Dolls song, Give A Little Bit. It makes me feel so happy. Man, this is so weird! I only just realized this like, three days ago, and it's been haunting me ever since. Is this one of things I need to be talking about to exorcise? I really hope not, 'cuz uh, it's kinda... wow. Just weird. I'm actually very, very happy. o__o I can't think of a way to say this without it sounding lame. It's just, wow. I'm not insanely low then high for a minute. I'm not even insanely low. Even in my non-fakehigh moods I'm just normal. Like, stable. It's the kinda mood where it can rain and it'll be... (more) http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/comments?id=102 http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/archive/101.html Mon, 28 Mar 2005 16:11:50 GMT The thing I most regret about my fiction-writing days was the terrible way in which I described things. Now that I'm older and two years past writing, it's hit me as to why I like slash so much. It's not the sex, God forbid, although admittedly I do like lemons a lot more now, when there's very little of it and/or it's very hot, with minimal descriptions of throbbing veiny members and the like. Those always make me throw up. No, it's the kissing, and the awkwardness and sometimes just how natural the relationship is. It's... I can't explain it, but there's this huge difference between the way... (more) http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/comments?id=101 http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/archive/100.html Tue, 01 Mar 2005 15:50:42 GMT I love Abandoned Pools. They are kickass. I have been in the oddest of moods recently. Rachel has left the emotional rollercoaster and boarded the S.S.Saint Joy. Be warned, the weather looks bad and the sea is choppy. Expect rapidfire turbulence (haha, airplanes). S'better than rollercoasters though. *shrugs* They were pretty crappy ones. Most of them just flatlined at the bottom. PMS is a bitch. 'Specially when it's badly mistimed. My uterus lacks ketchup. Well, it does, but it's still in a solid form (somehow-- I really don't want to know how one can solidify ketchup) and has yet to... (more) http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/comments?id=100 http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/archive/99.html Mon, 14 Feb 2005 15:59:22 GMT ... ever since I left. I'm quite tempted to return, really. Am really only here to perv. Over the months I've been thinking that maybe I'm not bi, I'm straight. Haven't been mad over any girls recently, but then again, haven't exactly been mad over any boys either. Got online today, opened today's Elijah and Azuu, was EEK over Azuu's mom. Y'know how weird that is? When I perv over comic characters they tend to be male. And she looks the same as Azuu, but prettier, somehow. So, okay, methinks, so I mess around a bit then go to Sunday's Powerpuff Girls doujinshi and just about die. I love... (more) http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/comments?id=99 http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/archive/98.html Sat, 01 Jan 2005 15:08:54 GMT All I want is to have some peace to practice my ToK. It is not long, it is only five minutes. I like to practice in peace, so that nobody asks me questions and I have silence to figure it out. I do not need you bitching at me simply because I want peace. I tell you I'll call you when I'm done; you storm away and tell me not to bother. Fuck you. FUCK YOU. I'm not trying to make you unhappy. Your unhappiness affects me. I want peace, five fucking minutes, that's all. Fuck you for making me feel guilty, fuck you for making me feel useless and insecure. I am not being unreasonable in asking you... (more) http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/comments?id=98 http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/archive/97.html Sun, 26 Dec 2004 19:02:36 GMT It's 2:30am and still technically Sunday. I've just eaten a plate of incense ash, and I really don't know why. It tasted nice though. Crumbly like Viennese biscuits in M&S; sorta waxy, lipstick-like, but salty. I would say like tears, but that's incredibly cliche, with that diagonal thing along the top. God fucking damn it. I want to cry. I don't have a reason. I just do. And I can't. It's like a fucking lump caught in my chest that won't come up. I feel so full of love and hatred, and it's so undirected and raw and I just want to let it all go. I don't even have a reason for those two... (more) http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/comments?id=97 http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/archive/96.html Sun, 26 Dec 2004 14:17:22 GMT I'm obese. My mother has told me I have gained weight, and I am tired of arguing. I am too tired to change. Rings of fat rim my stomach like thickened hula hoops on a stick. My legs are chopstick-like, with a tree-trunk thick base, my feet are large and veiny. My knees are knobbly, I have seven unevenly shaped freckles spread across my right arm. My left breast is far larger than my right, and I feel unbalanced. My face is long yet round, my neck too long to make me look normal. Car tire rings of fat circle my neck as well. They're choking me, I don't want to breathe. My mind feel broken. I... (more) http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/comments?id=96 http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/archive/95.html Sat, 25 Dec 2004 08:03:04 GMT Apparently, the best form of therapy for me is humanistic. Which is hilarious, as I hate the idea of sitting next to someone who does nothing but nod and agree with you. It'd drive me insane. Yes, I like people agreeing with me, but I also like arguing. Structured arguments; I can't stand it when the other person starts screeching like I've offended them (*cough*Sonia*cough*) or if the person refuses to back down and is adamant about them being correct (*COUGHCOUGHCOUGH*). I ain't going to no therapist anyhow. http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/comments?id=95 http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/archive/94.html Thu, 23 Dec 2004 10:36:28 GMT I'm in and out of astral planes The sliding doors I break the panes I know it's strange so are you brave enough Alright, like a quarterback I score I'm the one they all adore But I can't find what I'm looking for I don't need your I don't need it I don't need your mercy kiss -- Abandoned Pools - Mercy Kiss =\ http://mnemosyne.blogdrive.com/comments?id=94