In addition to working diligently on this new pretty layout, I also went through way too many of my old live journal entries, which for your comical pleasures, are here and here. Serving up the results of low-self esteem and the woes on college on a savory platter of girly.
This dig into the depths of LJ also reminded me that I used to work at Hot Topic. and that I had a monroe. and that I used to go to underwear parties.
I'll leave you all with an excerpt from 11.15.2004. I was listening to Matchbox 20 "Unwell" at the time.
over partied and passing out.
i move to undress and as i inch
down my jeans my tender muscles
remind me of last night.
the scent of cigarettes stains
my clothing and i think of
my slow daily suicide.
i turn to look at my spine,
my finger tips surprise my skin
as the mirror exposes my
ruby red waistline.
someone had a strong hold on me
during a slow dance.
but i don't know his name
and he probably didn't bother
learning mine.
the shadows in the room fade
another sad song on a slow
saturday night and i am left
singled out on a crowded dance floor
alone in a crowded room..
i think i have a drinking problem.
