Oooh la la. the silly little pixie is attempting to make a webcomic! It's "loosly(sp?)" based on these people I know (i shouldn't be hard to guess who) The title's is gonna be something along the lines of "Randomly Confused". Here's a sneak preview. Check out my sub-par computer graphic skillz! Look at the sexy cartoon boy!
The semi-psychic (semi-psychotic) teddy bear is saying "Three friends are not who they think they are. Destinies Shall be fulfilled"
Ooooh. Mysterious, right? My main problem is, I dont know what to name the characters. PLEASE HELP? What should their names be?
Have you ever watched Cheers on nick at night? I know you have. It’s the tv show that took place in the bar. Woody Harrison and Ted Danson were on there. Anyway, if you could imagine the bar from Cheers, but replaced Woody and his mates with punk rockers with spiky mohawked hair, tattoes, and piercings everywhere, you’d be picturing the bar called the Rabbit Hole.
As the duo walked into the bar, almost every biker boy and punk rocker greeted Magnolia’s new friend with a “Hey Jack” or a courteous nod of the head. Jack sauntered towards the bar counter and straddled the nearest bar stool. Magnolia languidly followed suit. Where was this guys off switch? He’d eaten enough food to feed three third world families but didn’t show any sides of fatigue. At the counter, Jack used his best James Bond impression (which wasn’t a great James Bond impression) to order a martini, shaken not stirred.
“Jack”,the bartender responded as if speaking to an overzealous child,
“Every week you come here. Every week you order that damned martini. And every week I tell you the we don’t serve martinis at The Rabbit Hole.”
Jack sighed.
“Well, I was kind of hoping that this week would be the week when you’d take the hint and alter the menu.”
Oh My Gosh. LJ, how I missed thee! (Did you miss me?) After a looooong hiatus from this journal I’m back! So much drama and crap has happened in school, with friends, and with family that I neglected my LiveJournal. Anyway, I’m back with gifts in hand. Yep. I finally finished the 1st issue of the FLB Fanzine! Sorry that the pics are so crappy but I bought this digital camera on ebay for a dollar. I’ll try to have my friend scan a better pic tomorrow
( Collapse ) The zine is 46 pages. And cost $2.50 plus postage. What do ya think?
Yesterday was nice. No school cause of the snow. Today, we only have a 2-hour delay. Drab. I know how to play "Smells Like Teen Spirit" on the guitar now! I've had only one thought running through my brain lately. It's pumping through my veins like adrenaline.
Gotta be a rockstar. Gotta be a rockstar. Gotta be a rockstar.
Poetic Dark Angel came by last night (oooh codenames. they shouldn't be hard to crack if you know me). We almost made love in the snow after a night filled with brownies (only partially burnt!!!) and videogames that I suck at. This is the life and times of a Rockstar. Get to know me now 'cause I'll be famous one day.
7 entries found for love. love ( P ) Pronunciation Key (lv) n. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
Sexual passion. Sexual intercourse. A love affair. An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object. A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment. An expression of one's affection: Send him my love.
A strong predilection or enthusiasm: a love of language. The object of such an enthusiasm: The outdoors is her greatest love. Love Mythology. Eros or Cupid. often Love Christianity. Charity. Sports. A zero score in tennis.
"I don't want to die." I thought as I drove towards Jamal's apartment. How can I live with my heart half beating? Tears are hiding behind my eyes trying to escape and rain is pouring from the sky. If God can cry, why can't I? I'm now in front of his door and I'm soaked. The cold in my bones echoes the icy chill in my heart. My cold fist knocks on the door but I'm not there. I'm outside of myself trying to tell my body to Run Away. Save yourself. Save myself. Love Hurts, Love Scars. Remember? No one answers the door and I try to tell myself to leave. Go home and cry with no tears. Dry my dry eyes and live a normal life. A life free of this painful obsession with love. Instead of leaving I'm unlocking the door. For the first time in my life I'm ready to apologize. Ready to beg for forgiveness. I open the door and all my apologies fall to the floor, unspoken. She's kissing him. She's kissing my angel. And he's holding her the way he used to hold me. The way he still holds me in my dreams. He's kissing her the way he kissed me and I wish I was her. Trapped in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights. Eyes wet and wide, waiting for impact. The rain is at my back and the pain is in my eyes.
The heat between me and Amber's body is interrupted by a cold wind brushing my skin. She sees her before I do, but I feel her presence before anything else. My heart breaks because hers is shattered. But Amber is still in my arms.
My fingers are going pale from gripping the doorknob too hard. I want to leap forward like a beautiful animal, maybe a lion or a tiger, and tear her limb from limb. I want to cut her 'til she bleeds. I want her to hurt like I am hurting. I want to break her into pieces.
She's standing in the doorway, but Amber and I are still standing here, half holding each other. How long have we stood her? Still as statues. The cinema in Magnolia's eyes has closed the curtain. The pain in her eyes killed me, but the emptiness that replaced it is destroying me. The fire in her eyes has died and I think my soul died with it.
I'm afraid of being tickled to death, and dying in a METROrail subway station. Seriously. I've always wondered about wether it's possible to ACTUALLY be tickled to death. My friend Rachel teases me about and tickles me until my stomach feels like its about to explode. Just to freak me out. I'm also afraid of dying in a METRO station. I hate it when Charles walks really close to the tracks. I hate it when anyone walks to close to the tracks. I can't run and play in the train statio because I'm scared of falling in the tracks. I'm also afraid of getting stuck in the train doors. I also have the same fear with elevators. I've gotten stuck in elevator doors before. Not fun. I always wonder what would happen if the doors don't open and the elevator starts to go up. Or down. When I was small, I was afraid of escalaters. It used to get on my stepmothers (may God bless her soul during her stay in Heaven) nerves. It would take forever to persuade me to step onto the moving steps. 'Tis the life of a coward. Oh Well. Atleast my room is clean. (That's my answer to everything!)
Look at the sexy cartoon boy!
peaceful
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sleepy
confused
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