Feeling: Present, if nothing else
Listening to: Poe, "Spanish Doll"
Reading/Watching: PG. I just want to hug him sometimes.

I love how people think being vague and adding 'ness' to the end of every bleak noun makes poetry.

Tonight I sit, wasting away in the nothingness, wishing for the one thing I cannot have, while dark chains of darkness drag me down into the emptiness...

::vomits::

I want to write poetry, but all I have is straightforward words. I'm no good with imagery right now, because everything is what it is. The pain in my stomach is not the blossom of fear, it is a Shiitake Mushroom Burger and half a slice of chocolate silk pie from Dave & Buster's.

The rain stopped, and I managed to eat meals that don't hurt me. That is, provided they're sandwiches and TV dinners. Put something edible in front of me and my deprived little college-student tummy inhales it.

I am eager for August. I am making lots of road trips. Visiting Jae, Lala & Justin, and Ana. If you'd like a time slot for a Katie Visit, sign up in the guestbook. Some restrictions apply.

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