hit me, you fucker.

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the house smells like ant repellent and old spice.


the burden of pleasing you has devolved upon someone else. so leave, and stop your whining.


i had been craving two things: the movie "closer" and the book "out of her mind."
i couldn't find either and thought myself insane for a while, and then was terrified that i had LOST the said dvd and book.
but then i found out i let gimin?jimin?geemin? borrow "closer" and i had lent "out of her mind" to miss chen, neither of whom have returned their respective lended objects. which is fine, really, i was just afraid that i had lost them.

but i still want to watch closer, and read a few excerpts from that book...



yes, he loved the Lord.
but grace does not remove certain shadows, and the scorn of mortals proves resistant to even the frosted breath of God. and He may forgive you, but sometimes you sleep on a scarred back, with self-inflicted wounds. sometimes the lack of light begins in your arteries. sometimes your inability to love yourself makes you second guess your love for everyone else. including God, the Father, who art in heaven. sometimes such questions consume you--you allow them to, slipping into some false bliss.