Ok So I Lied...

So I haven't posted the next chapter, but I blame ze person I keep talking to.... He is very distracting :/

INSPIRATION!!!

LA LA LOO!!! Well, you have all been waiting eagerly for the next part of my story and now I have it started. Chapter Five should be done VERY soon. I'm not sure where it came from, but I had this sudden wave of creativity and now the story is really heating up!!!

I'll be posting it by tomorrow night!!!

RAWR!!! IMMA GET YOU!!!

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Dannnnng it!

FAIL.

So it doesn't send you to a different blog cuz of your tags.... It sent me to a women's rugby team blog, then some thingies written in like Pakistani or something... (Is Pakistani a language?... hmmm.... I dunno...)

Hmmm?

Ok, so this post is less for you, and more for me, cuz I'm trying to figure out how this 'Next Blog -->' button works... I think is uses labels that are on your blog and then sends you to similar blogs cuz they think those are the ones you want to see... I think anyway... I shall now test it and see if it works!!

Well... Damn.

There's a reason your parents never tell you that you are destined to be alone forever. They hope, pray, that you will find your other half. The thing they don't realize is that some people are fragments, and can never be whole. 


Unless of course you are ok with having a mass orgy with every fragment of your whole...


But is it possible to love multiple people? To have more fragments of your whole?


There is a reason they have so many names for it. Soul mate, true love, other half, ect. Because they aren't all the same, and they aren't all equivalent.


If I told you that you were my soul mate... It merely means you are the closest and dearest friend I have.


If you are my other half... Well I suppose you are a saint or something. My other half is the part of me that isn't.


If I say you are true love... I mean just that. I love you in every sense of the word. The purest, truest love possible. You are not my fragment, but every fiber of my being that prevents me from falling apart. You are the air I breathe, the words I speak, the strings that guide me, body and soul. That is true love.








*sigh* However I'm not exactly sure where I am going with this... I just felt alone and sad and angry and depressed and started typing. I guess the root of my issues lately is that I am alone. 


I have friends, sure, but I am still empty, a shell. I am here, but hollow. I feel the gaping hole in my chest, and ache for what is missing. Like a blade wrenching in my gut, I feel the hole grow wider, and more of me erode away. I reach out, grasping at the fading tendrils, and lose myself loss.


My fragments are lost, never to be found...










Hmm... That was poetic in some sort of emo way...








Ulllghhhhh so alone!!! DAMN! 

Gay Killer Panic

Read the title. ... Now think about it for a minute... What instantly comes to mind? ...

Ok so now this is what that title REALLY means: 

Random conversation....

Amanda going on and on and on and ONNNN about the tiny parasite that is growing in her belly...

Something about appearances...

Zach bought Mr. Parasite some socks...

Mom complains about her crappy yarn...

I mention Diva's new BF....

Mom says my dad looks like a gay serial killer...

Amanda wants food...

Wait... Whaaaaat????

Ok, so what mom REALLY said was that some guy she works with met dad then later said that he looked like a gay serial killer... I thought about it and decided he kinda does.

ULGHHHHHHH

I have no interest in writing my story anymore... It's like... I have issues in my life as it is... Why would I want to make up another person's life and have to deal with their issues too? *sigh* I guess I'm just frustrated and bored and fed up with my pathetic excuse for a life.

I don't really have a goal in life... I just sorta... live. And that doesn't cut it anymore! I'm sick and tired of this slohing around all day and wishing for a better life! I want to fall in love, make a difference, start a business. My head is full of dreams and desires merely because I haven't fulfilled any of them!!! Dreamers can only make a difference if they act on their dreams, and I never do that!

*sigh* I've proven myself correct once again... Instead of doing something about all this bent up frustration I'm sitting down and telling an empty server about my problems...

Well, I'm going to take my bent up frustration and talk to random people I don't know about it....

Eww

You know how I said I wasn't interesting? Well maybe I was incorrect...

I forgot to mention (once again) an injury I have sustained. This time it's a cut, not a burn... I would show you a picture but I fear it is too graphic...

It happened like this: I was going into the kitchen to put away a knife that I had been using to cut/peel a peach (I hate the furry skin.) and I tripped on the trash can and dropped the knife. It either cut me on the way down or I stepped on it, but either way, it cut a large gash into the side of my foot.

I hobbled into the bathroom, (leaving a splattery blood trail) and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. the thing was gushing, more blood than I'd ever seen. Then  it squirted!!! Like in those old horror when a guy's throat gets cut and there's a fountain of blood squirting from their neck? Yea, that's what happened to my foot! Then my dad got freaked out and so we stopped the bleeding. (Haha, but my bathtub looked like something out of SAW...)

Tee-Hee.... LATERZ!!!

Bla Bla Bla...

If you've ever read my blog before you have realized that I don't post too often and when I do post the posts are very short... I apologize for that, but I'm just not a very interesting person... Maybe the awesomeness or the changing songs on here keep you coming back?

I forgot to mention...

I have a HUGE burn on my left hand... Well the largest boiling water burn I've had... Lemme see if  I can upload a pic... Ha! Got it! Here it is:

Haha, not as bad as the burn scar I have across my back, but it still hurts... I burned it when I was getting my Easy Mac outta the microwave. I jerked the cup thingy wrong and the boiling water splashed on my hand. You can't see it from the picture, but my hand is red from my wrist to the crease in my thumb... 

Devination

So I am making a Tarot card set. It isn't fancy or anything (yet), but I thought it would be fun to learn to tell the future... It is made up of essentially two card decks, all but the the jokers, and only 22 of the other deck. The 22 cards are specially named and represent certain fates or aspects... well, anyway, I'll let you know as soon as I can 'see'.