i actually posted this as a comment/reply to another friend’s post, so some of it is a little “directed” at that, but it was way too long to not keep and post as a solo blog, since i feel that there are some lessons to be learned from it. get pissed if you want, but […]

after a lengthy hiatus, i’m starting work again Wednesday at 8am. that’s in like 7 hours. you know, it’s gonna be lonely sleeping in my own bed tonight, not to mention sleeping alone, but it will be a pleasant start on a new beginning for tomorrow.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

it’s so adorable to hear you whimper and whine as i quietly sneak out of your bed…and the way you clumsily grasp at me to hug me and wrap around me so that i can’t leave. you’re so helpless…so blissfully blind to the world because of your slumber…yet the slightest motion from me will cause […]

well, i AM fickle. i don’t think there’s any way that i can keep my mouth shut. perhaps i’ve simply been too gracious in the things i’ve said, and now i should simply let my tongue loose. i’m spending too much time worrying about other peoples’ feelings and how i’m going to hurt them with […]

i think i may be done writing for a while. possibly random bullshit meaningless posts will continue, but i think i’m just gonna keep my mouth shut for a bit. of course, then again i’m fickle…and i may just erase this post and pretend it never happened. ——- thomas dunlap werd. fag. Reply5 years ago […]

The room is dark, save the few candles that are lit around the room, flickering our shadows against the walls. The snow falls outside, as if gently nudging us to be near each other…closer…to warm our bodies with the skin of the other. The room is silent, the quiet wind only slightly shuffling the trees […]

so…yeah.  now i can’t sleep.  my head is fucking pounding, i’ve been crying, i’ve passed out with my head in the toilet, i’ve been throwing up….and now i can’t sleep. how familiar does this one sound? deja vu at it’s finest. and i’m almost out of fucking cigarettes, and i’m shivering and freezing.     […]

i can’t sleep.  images and thoughts in my head are just keeping me awake…and my apathy wants to grow so badly right now, it is such a delicate balance.  of course, i always seem to get this way around my birthday. my words and my voice are what keep me strong…and they’re stifled right now.  […]

such simple things…always seem to have the most profound effect. trivial things said…lowly actions acknowledged…minute details observed… so many things about to (hopefully) change, and it’s about time. i just hope all of them do.