Pixel Imperfect

self- crisis the three month syndrome its what i call it when i think i'm falling apart and i'm going to go psycho but i don't want to hurt anyone someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide in a champagne supernova in the sky....

how do you make a cosmopolitan? put him in a bag (A nice clear plastic one So we can see the color changes) Add some vodka but make him sweet and pink And on the rocks, please because that's how it'll always be Make him dry and fruity Because I always like the citrus And shake it up Just like that great song Shake it up Then strain out the rest And you've got what's left: And you realize "I didn't want a cosmo, I wanted a Manhattan"

"No, it's not different. You are 'the other woman,'" I told her as gentle as I knew how for such a situation. "No, I'm not," she trembled. "He's mine. He loves me. She's the other woman!" "He was yours, Lisa." I paused. I looked at her with pity. Her mascara and tears made black rivers down her face. I handed her the box of Kleenex. "I can't stop you," I said. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She gripped it tightly, but I pulled it away and walked out of the room. That was two weeks ago. She still calls him. She's obsessed. There's not much I can do. She was doing fine without him, then she heard he had a new girlfriend. When she called him to chat, I could tell he was surprised. Their breakup wasn't an easy on, but it was inevitable. They're just not the same people they were. She's incredibly not well read. He needs someone who can stimulate his mind with interes

Emily He bowed his head in the direction of the blasting wind, staring perfunctorily at the pathway made to resemble brick as he did so. His arms were shoved tightly in the pockets of his beat-up bomber and an old red scarf was wrapped snuggly around his neck, but the persistent wind pierced his layers and froze his skin. Though his bag leaned heavily against his back, his was grateful for the release from the cold it provided. He was used to the North Carolina mountain winters, but it had become particularly cold in the last couple of days. He reached forward and his gloveless fingers grasped the handle of the glass door and roughly pulled it open. She shivered and leaned against the cold tile of the wall by the doorway. Her chin-length scarlet hair was in disarray from blowing in the wind and she ran her electric blue polished nails through the blood red tangle. She wore purple velvet pants and a tight pink tank top with blue straps that matched her nails. Because it was D

Yesterday, Jeff and I had been dating for six months! HA! That's what I have to say. "It'll never last" I was told. Wrong-O! I'm still getting some negative raps for dating him. Jeff says all he hears is positive stuff, but that's the difference between his family and friends and mine. Well, my friends are all cool with it now. Some of my sisters friends think I'm pretty crazy. My parernts are ready for this to be over with, but they'll just have to hold their breath please, because we're sticking around. So many people who think they know whats best for me continue to tell me harsh things such as: "If you got in a car crash tonight, you would probably go to hell" (That's from Jimmy if any one from G'vegas is wondering why I'm mad at him.) and a lot of "we'll still be here for you when he breaks your heart." Funny thing is, a lot of these people don't even know Jeff! How can you judge. Everyone who knows