The Public Journal
Spring? No, Formspring!
I wake up in the morning.
I get ready, eat my breakfast, put my clothes on, pick out a pair of shoes to match and begin the routine filled day. Oups, silly me – somewhere along those lines I forgot to mention I log into facebook. I check status updates, recently updated pictures, whether there were [...]
The positivity projected by Ashley, in her writings, makes me think she doses herself with really expensive drugs before typing away. She may look naive, but don't let the extra-bright teeth and the chipmunk-like cheeks fool you...
The Snake Pit
Look at these markings that riddle my flesh like living Morse code;
These dots and dashes of teeth marks
One for every bite,
Every taste of blood that was “for my own good”
– Or so they tell me.
For I have been thrown into this pit of snakes
To be cured of this farficulate frenzy and illusive insanity.
– If men [...]
First things first...Angelique was forced, unwillingly, to start blogging by me. She would rather spend her nights alone, crying over spilt ice cream, earwig attacks, and reading parodies of bible stories.
The Story I Never Wrote
Seeing as how I have been reduced to stumbling my house in my pajamas and watching re-runs of “Dog the Bounty Hunter”, I felt it was imperative that I clean my room. A few hours in and I’m up to my knees in forgotten socks, empty cookie boxes, and mounds of paper. Paper. [...]
First things first...Angelique was forced, unwillingly, to start blogging by me. She would rather spend her nights alone, crying over spilt ice cream, earwig attacks, and reading parodies of bible stories.
Sudoku
Our relationship was like a puzzle.
Wait, that didn’t sound right, let me try that again.
Our relationship was like a puzzle.
No, that doesn’t work either.
Our relationship was like a puzzle.
You see, like the sudoku puzzle where every number has a specific place that I can never get quite right, I will never be able to properly [...]
After realizing that she's creative and thought provoking, but not consistently enough to run her own blog...she now leeches off my fame, and hopes to make her big break here. Also, she has a fetish for post-its , stationery, and semi-colons; it's almost X-rated and unhealthy.
Closure
Everything you do makes me want you,
Everything you say makes me reminise about the day,
Where you gave me that note that started it all,
Where you confessed your feelings for me,
Where you let me know you wanted an ‘us’ to be.
I will always believe you are my number one,
I will always feel that our love is [...]
The positivity projected by Ashley, in her writings, makes me think she doses herself with really expensive drugs before typing away. She may look naive, but don't let the extra-bright teeth and the chipmunk-like cheeks fool you...
