and I always will love you.

The first time we kissed, right after I asked you to be my lover and boyfriend. Our mouths met, electricity pulsed through my body, you held me closer than anyone will ever get. Our bodies like icicles shivering in the sunlight, melting into one.

I can't stand to have you out of my life.

I don't hate you but I just want to save you while theres something left to save. If this isn't love then how to we get out?

So. I have a friend that wants me to join her and her boyfriend in the bedroom.

She also wants me and said boyfriend to try each other out before she joins in the fun.

I better figure out what I'm gonna do.

Because he's at my front door.

Y'know what's soooooo funny.

Coming home to having

- your room trashed
- your desk tipped over
- laundry everywhere
- boyfriend passed out naked across the bed
- ... covered in his own puke.

The bed is covered too.

Looks like I'll be sleeping on the couch.

Night world.

You scrape me hollow painting brutal scars of love up and down my spine,
flavours escape me as you quench your thirst, sucking juices from my heart.
With familiar precision you strip me of my flawless skin, leaving raw flesh exposed.
I soak my throbbing wounds in a pod of poisonous reality.
The comfort of pain and disillusionment have become

my tasty home, away from the panic of indulging in your appetizing sting.
I am an addicted victim tangled in your savage game.

You crave to embezzle chunks of my being, in hopes of making up for what you lack.
The melody of your jaded appeal slowly fades, while the rhythms of your honey luscious tongue dance in my head.
I swim in satisfaction knowing you will drool with regret, while most thought of me dribble down your chin.
I find it hard to escape when the scars are still fresh, when in my boiling blood, lingers the
piercing pleasure of your magnetic grip.

When i am gone, do not be fooled by the tender whispers of others,
for some will come close, but none will taste as good as me.
You have worn me thin, leaving behind a familiar symphony of shattered pieces that have grown tired of these casual goodbyes.
Save your breath, for never again will you be alloted the privilege of swallowing me whole, and spitting me out.

You just don't hurt so good anymore.

Also no longer a red head, and looking like a goddess.

Songs I am diggin' right now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szkmY6vUsZc

That and a lot of Deathcab and the new TV on The Radio album. Life's good, music doesn't suck anymore, I no longer want to kill myself.

In short, I win.

It happened with bio 30....

Something weird inside me clicks, and I actually sort of fall in love with parts of the human body.

I'm so glad I'm in anatomy again. I'm in love with skeletal systems.

I think the ribs are the sexiest part of a skeleton. At least in the part of the skeleton I'm supposed to be studying right now.

Also, for later

http://lifecastings.co.uk/facecasting.htm

... I love halloween.

P.S. I may also be the make up designer for Rocky Horror Picture Show in Edmonton in April. WOO.

I'd like to approach and propose
that perhaps we each have a fetish
with the metal
in each others mouths.

Also felt myself get crucified.

Scrambling in a room made out of white walls and screws, feeling bad because I stole my soul from someone, Anthony and Ashlee laughing at me, clawing at walls and leaping inside my own brain, jumping into Patches body and looking at myself as he wept and washed my dead body, meeting Sigmund Frued and running like a maniac away from him into the arms of Ghandi, thinking I was on a hunger strike and then being way to concerned with Teri Shivo, trying to meet her in my dreams.