she's lost it

avidly writing, like actual writing (not blogging), doesn't happen in my life any longer. in high hopes with my new journal. holding off only to find a new pen- a new fucking pen.

suffocating
from the abundance of words
and thoughts,
well
lack of thoughts
prior to words rather.
spewing profanity

genuine imitation
you're a genuine imitaion,
a clearly misunderstood child.
you have the bussiness ethics
of a peace-force advocate.
you're the "new" classic
you're on a working vacation,
yet, we found you missing,
full of sweet sorrow.

hah, i found these in one of my old notebooks that i took everywhere, and i was looking for genuine imitation, haha they both suck but i just like the latter because i used all oxymorons. anyways. our living space is just about done, we have one old antique couch we are waiting to move. we still need an area rug some "decor" a tablecloth, etc.
my nose got disgustingly infected and my nose ring all bent out of shape, now im stuck with this stupid blue stud and i look ridiculous. it keeps tickling my nose to hell.

my hair is still so short, hoping by the time b comes home from basic it will be quite a bit longer. until then the suffering and obsession with long hair continues.

"you could never comprehend
the intellect of her mind
and just because you can make her come with your hand
doesn't mean that she'll be your woman"