where the writers are
March 2509

Ahhh... What should i write about today? Ive been contemplating a small amount of a journal and another small amount for an entry. The entry will be random. Maybe after i get my juices flowing from my journal, my fingers and brain will come together to form an amazing piece of writing. Finger crossed. I put my page on private for a few, mainly because this blog ended up getting a lot more personal that i expected it to and id rather people not know every small thing about me. So why did i put it, you ask. It releases a lot of anger inside of me to put it all down. I think im a better writer than conversatist (is that a word?) I never use to be that way, but lately i can surely see a difference. Im at (his) place right now. Hes at work, left at 9 so ive been here ever since. Its now 2:34. Its amazing how comfortable i am here. I can just curl up on this couch and pick my brain while watching this huge tv and drinking a glass of E&J. I usually wouldn't stay at someones house if my house burned down and they bribed me with a glass of hennessey and naked female with no attachments. I will be one to admit that i have taken a fall. A fall for this incredible amazing person. I love waking up in his arms, and how he knows exactly how to make me smile. I love the contraction of how upset i get when i havent spoken or heard or recieved an email or a text from him. Everythings just been really amazing these past 7 months. So here i am, with no control stripped of all of the clothes, all of the scenerios, the lies, this black nail polish, these books, those fears, those regrets, these assumptions and its just me. You are free to do as you please.
Okay, im starting to sound really loveee(ly) and we all know that, that is NOT my writinggg.

"The body sins once, and has done with its sins. For action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of pleasure, or the luxury of regret... it has been said that the great events of the world take place in the brain ...it is in the brain only, where the great sins of the world takes place." Lord Henry, Picture of Dorian Grey.

Nearly all creators of Utopia have resembled the man who has toothache, and therefore thinks happiness consists in not having toothache.... Whoever tries to imagine perfection simply reveals his own emptiness.