And I had every part pressed against my life.

bye

Sat, 16 May 2009 02:20:44 GMT

Friends cut, again. Everyone who I don't have some sort of relationship with outside of livejournal is going. This makes me sad, but I'm really just not feeling it. Why would I read about your life if I don't even know you?

Friends Cut

Sat, 21 Mar 2009 04:45:34 GMT

I've just done a friends cut. Check my page to see if you've been cut. If you can only see two or three entries than you've been cut. Sorry. If I cut you, it was because you haven't updated in a while, or I just don't really feel a connection with you. If you want back on, comment and tell me why. If you weren't cut and you want to be then comment and tell me why. It's that simple.
Also, if I cut you, please remove me from your friends. Thank you.

Goodbye.

aha, Meagan. :P

Fri, 09 Jan 2009 01:03:18 GMT

He doesn't just feel like it, he IS my home.

Thu, 08 Jan 2009 01:33:16 GMT

And for some reason LJ is in a random language. Not all the time, and not the entries, but the buttons like 'post a comment' and 'userpics' and rando things like that. It looks eastern european-y? But not really? I don't know. I don't really know all that many languages. Normally I would think that I was a douche that I had switched languages without knowing but not everything is in this language and I don't remember switching languages, or being any where that would allow me to accidentally. I just checked and my language is set to default.

Am I being an idiot? I just don't know where this came from or what language it is.

B tells J bedtime stories

Thu, 27 Nov 2008 00:18:45 GMT

1. There were giants... Really Big Giants. (How big?) Bigger than any giant you've seen before. And they were throwing rocks... (How big were the rocks?) Bigger than this house. But the giants, when they wanted to hit you with a rock, they had to not want to hit you, and if they wanted to hit you they couldn't. There were three people: a old man... he was fast for his age; a girl; and a boy. They needed to go past the giants to get to the castle to talk to the Prince. They knew that they giants had to want to him them so you know what they did? The boy hit they feet of the giants with a stick. The giants got angry and they wanted to hit them but they missed. The three people made it to the castle to talk to the Prince but it turns out that the Prince was actually a Princess. And they was a dog there and he started talking and everyone was like "What the fuck, dogs don't talk in any movie I've seen." (Movie..?) and the Princess ate the dog and the three people left. And the giants? You know how they missed the people? Well, they ended up hitting each other and they fell. And when the people tried to go home they couldn't because they couldn't find their homes. (Did the giants fall on their homes?) Yeah, they giants fell on their homes. And in their world they have this rule that you need a home... You can't enter buildings if you don't have a home. So these people, they were fated to spend the rest of their lives, homeless, living outside.

Now tell me the one about the serpent....

2. Well, there was this serpent. He wasn't gay or a lesbian... Or straight. He didn't like boy serpents or girl serpents. Who he liked was this girl... A human girl. But his serpent penis was too small so you know what he did? He swam inside her vagina and then spat all of her semen in her. Then he latched himself on her. And that is how the first man came to be.

I kid you not, these are actually stories Billy told me to help me fall asleep.
(I <3 you, bb. You make me laugh :])

bridges

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 20:35:52 GMT

i burned down bridges in my spare time and he rebuilt everything that i had lost, fingers crossed, repeating to himself: she'll be mine, she'll be mine, she'll be mine. his greatest hope, his one true dream - to hold me in his arms.
he got his wish, he got a kiss and wiped the salt from my eyes. What's wrong, my dear? as his lips brushed my ear. Why all the tears? We've made it, we've done it, we're in love, we're here. Do not cry. I love you, I do. I'll build bridges over oceans, towers that touch the sky. i'd build anything for you.
Yes, i say, my words lost in his hair. But what happens when I burn it all down?

my writing journal: http://silkandchrome.blogspot.com/

Sun, 07 Sep 2008 12:12:13 GMT

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The Tracey Fragments

Tue, 27 May 2008 15:55:43 GMT

He stuck his cock in me and said I love you, in that exact order. Now I'm not afraid to die. 'Cause like birds and bees and bugs, they all die after they fuck.

isn't Slim Twig just beautiful?

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 00:44:52 GMT

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it.

Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on religion, favorite type of underwear, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other!

Quotes

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 22:30:25 GMT

Can anyone tell me where these came from:

"I would rather 'die' in my own fake world than 'live' in theirs."

"I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad but the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had" I know this is the song from Donnie Darko, but what is it called!?

I've tried google, but it keeps bringing me to deviantart, which is really annoying.

++++ I really like quotes anyways, so share your favourites.

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 01:18:46 GMT

six months of self-restraint down the drain.

sorry guys, but this is something i do better by myself.

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 02:26:33 GMT

Fuck the living, I'm going to be a zombie.

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 02:55:15 GMT

ugh. I want to try writing a less spazzy entry. I want to write about all the things that have made me happy. I want to bitch about all the things that have annoyed me. I think I need to vent. I remember a meme type thing that was going around a few months ago. Where you tell twenty people how you really feel about them without mentioning who they are. I think I'll do that. I think I will.

1. Now, you can't say I didn't tell you so. Cause I warned you. Wait, did I? I did a thousand times in my head, but I guess I never told the real you. The screwed you. I did tell you that it didn't have to be that wait. You agree but did nothing to change it. I used to look up to you. You were so damn intelligent, or so I thought. Now, I see you as weak, just like you've been trying to tell me. Now look where you are. If you won't listen to me, listen to the loneliness of your captivity. It'll only get worse unless you try.

2. Killing freshmen may be fun, but you don't have to be a bitch to be deep. You can be nice. You can be really nice, but there's always something off about you.

3. Keep the prize. You earned it, fair and square. I barely know you yet you keep what I wanted away from me and you thought I would try to take it back, so there's some tension between us. You seem nice enough, but let the boy be. If you don't like what he does, tell him but don't force your point of views on him. That kind of stuff only leads to lies, and you're too good for that.

4. Kangaroos are interesting, but I don't like hearing about them everytime we talk. Just a hint, cause I'd really like you if it weren't for that, and for the fact that you have too much fun. You are a really good person, though. I respect you and it makes me feel bad that I don't like most of the things that come out of your mouth.

5. Can you be any more likable? Maybe people like you too much, as I'm jealous of you most of the time. I can't hate you, though. I'm one of your fans. Stop letting things get you down, though. Just go with it.

6. Boy, do you confuse and annoy the hell out of me. There are very few people that I can stand to be around for long periods of time. Almost everyone I know has to be taken in small doses. You, on the other hand, I need to see you constantly. When you don't try to see me, I hate you. I hate the irony. I hate not being your best friend.

7. God this must be the one completely good one. You're amazing. Seriously. Let's be friends. But we should probably meet in person, eh? I've complemented you enough these past months. There's nothing else to say.

8. Please, stop being so sad. It's hard, I know. But there are peopel who love you. I worry about you. I worry about you.

9. Shit. there's so much that annoys me about you. It's hard to remember what I ever liked about you. There must have been something, though. I think what turned me off the most was your stupidity. You choose to be stupid. One day you'll regret turning your back on knowledge.

10. Am I sorry for the past? Yes, I don't think my conscience will ever be clean. But you're one of the few who has been there for me, and I will try to always be there for you.

11. Keep away from me, please? I didn't mind you at first, but you're really trying too hard to impress me, and that's a turn off. Not to mention that we're really not compatible.

12. Shit, are you judging me? because of who I dated? fuckfuck. Please don't, though if I were you, I'd probably judge me too. But seriously, I wanted to get to know you, and I wish you would have given me a shot.

13. Ah, it's you. I forgive you. And I miss you and I wish we could see each other everyday like before. Hanging out with you people was the most fun I've ever had.

14. Really, sometimes, a lot of the time, I feel left out when I hang out with you and your friends. Too bad, cause when I am included I have lots of fun.

15. Maybe you're just a wonderful person? I have nothing bad to say about you, and nothing good enough to feel the need to post.

Just ten for now. I think, if I ever need to, I'll add more numbers, or add more letters to the existing numbers. No need to check up on it, unless you're paranoid that you are/will be a part of this list.

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:50:48 GMT

My life is the ocean, crashing around me. It's harder to stay afloat when you're trying to do the right thing. When you're trying to be the right person.

I think the whole 'Just be yourself' is bullcrap. The real me is selfish, arrogant, ignorant, self-indulgent, conceited, sarcastic, detached, immoral, gloomy, depressed and distressed. Am I at fault for trying to be a better person, a person that I would be proud to be? I would rather be called fake than not be happy with myself. I would rather try hard, perhaps too hard, to be a good person than give up and be a person no one likes, not even myself.

And yes, I like being liked. I want to be liked. Who doesn't? But let me assure you, I do not try hard to be liked. I do not sacrifice myself to be liked. At least not for anyone who isn't me. I hardly even try at all. In terms of getting strangers to like me, I don't talk to strangers. When I do, I say whatever comes to mind, which is usually gibberish. In terms of getting my friends to like me, I'm sure a lot you [my friends] can confirm that I do not try at my friendships. They just happen, and when thay do I don't try that hard to keep them, usually declining hangouts and keeping out of most conversations. I like being liked, but I don't need people for me to feel good about myself. I just need to be the person that I want to be.

If people think I'm trying too hard, than whatever. This is the only time I'll defend myself because for once I'm happy, I'm becoming the person I've always wanted to be and if he, or anyone else, isn't happy with who I am than they can just find a new Jackie and let me be. 'Cause there's no way I'm going to stop trying just to make him happy.

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 03:31:56 GMT

I'm actually so stoked to see this.
And I know some of you are too. Meagan.

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 09:14:34 GMT

In a notebook I'm going to write everything I want.
When I fill the pages, I will burn the book,
Freeing myself from this materialistic world
And from disappointment.

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 20:48:05 GMT

Everything feels like winter again.

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 01:33:31 GMT

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 03:49:53 GMT

This is how summer should be.
Always.

Sat, 16 Jun 2007 02:22:31 GMT

I won't be commenting much for a little [long?] while. And I'm not sure about how much I'll be posting.
Feel free to defriend me if you'd like. It doesn't matter why. Just let me know first.

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