I swear to god:

[wolven7]

Gnarls Barkley - [Feng Shui]--- I swear, if you don't show me some signs of life and intelligence, out there, in short order, I'm going to start doing terrible things to you, in your dreams.

This applies to LJ Land, "Real Life," and whatever else it is you're doing with yourself.

QNTAL - [Entre Moi Et Mon Amin]--- What ARE you doing with yourself? Seriously, I have had all week, and I've done nothing but look for and lose places to live, interspersed with conversation, Television, and reading. Last night was the first night in months where I was having a Really Good Time, for more than a few hours. Where I was, in fact, above base level. And even that was a fucking crap shoot.

Cut open the placenta and fucking breathe, people. It's clustered and humid and hot as all damn it, in here. Kick open a door and a window, and get some fresh air in.

I swear, it feels like slow suffocation, today.

Though I did find a copy of "The Haunting," for $10, at Best Buy. Didn't buy it of course, but it's nice to know it's there. Couldn't find a copy of "Hannibal," however, and that's weird.

Anyway. Just thought i'd do a little raging at the abyss, or whatever.

I'm off to find food, kill it and eat it.

Comments

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

Or no one is better than anyone.

So hard to make my brain actually damned believe that. I had it down pat for a while, didn't give a shit about anyone else. Introduce me to some new people and I crack and shatter...What the fuck happened here?

[wolven.livejournal.com]

I don't know, but it's worth trying something to fix it: Take the things you know, on your best days, and write them down, for when you're having bad ones. Or make them into mantras. Soemthing. Transfer them to every time, so that they can't leave you.

[not-hothead-yet.livejournal.com]

you want signs of life, come feel my belly when Squiggle is having her dance party. You want signs of intelligence, come have a chat with me when I'm ready to scream from chatting about video games all day with the males in Le Casa de Cass.

I'm not about to start dancing for YOUR entertainment on YOUR schedule. If you can't see life and intelligence, maybe your standards are too high or your patience is too low.

Seriously dude, lighten up. We can't all carry the flaming sword of truth and justice every minute of the day. Especially those of of us who have a hard time breathing after climbing the stairs!

[wolven.livejournal.com]

My patience, at the moment is EXTREMELY low, for various reasons I've outlined.

How Is the squiggle? I read you'd decided on the name.

[not-hothead-yet.livejournal.com]

well I know how you feel, believe me... try having a discussion with a teenager about something as important as going to Europe for the summer:
"so how long would you like to stay?"
"*grunt*"
"uh, it really helps for me to buy the ticket when I know what DATES to pay for, son"
"I'm THINKIN!"
"dont' hurt yourself.... it's only a free trip to Europe, yeesh...."
"*mumble*"
"Yes, folks, we're talking now with the honor roll student tested with a grad school level vocabulary..."
"I'M THINKIN!"
"*grunt*"

I'm ready to wring his neck....

The squiggle (tentatively named Kallisti) is... lively. And hungry. As always.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Teenagers are teenagers, no matter how smart they are ^_^