If roses are meant to be red And violets to be blue Why isn't my heart meant for you My hands longing to touch you But I can barely breathe Starry eyes that make me melt Right in front of me Lost in...in this world I get lost in your eyes And when the lights go down That's where I'll be found Yeah yeah I get lost in this world I get lost in your eyes And when the lights go down Am I the only on

I got so angry with some kids on the bus today. I try to avoid the bus at all costs and walk home, but after being on campus from 6:30 to 3:30, with no rest but a half-hour break to grab a soda, I just...fridge built in the 70s, like the infamous 1976 microwave ?) But this one is sensible and nice, and it is one thing that makes me happy in this week where I act like Billy Bob Thornton from Bad Santa

A jumble of initial thoughts are below the cut! God, I don’t know what to say. Ok, we kind of expected it, just not now, not so soon. And I guess we never really thought it would be real. I was...for us and sat back to watch and see whether we'd bond. We did. It was immediate. He says you'd have to be a particular kind of cretin not to like me- well, ditto, Mr, you're a big shiny star.”

(I wrote this post for an entry on a filter so secret you probably don't know it exists, but several people found it useful so I thought I'd go crazy, edit it a bit and post it in transgender...of strangers to hold me up, all I have to work with is language, and I'm starting to come around to the idea that that's just fine. I am a poet; inventing the world with words is what I do best.

These past few days have given me much to ponder. I'm trying not to focus so much on the fact that Election Day is literally days away now but it's so difficult. I hear that if Senator McCain is elected...another social movement struggling to be born. It took place forty years ago, and another forty years before that. But then again, who knows what the future holds? So much for a politic-free post..

So I was supposed to turn in an essay yesterday. I didn't. I finally wrote the stupid thing today and turned it in, so it's only a day late. Lazy kitty. :( My English class is sooooooooo boring! Which.... I expect a certain amount of laziness from myself, particularly in regards to things I really don't want to do, but this is ridiculous.   *yawn* Time ta go to bed. "nighters world!

...it's not practical for my family. And, you know, I'm ok with that. My family means more to me than my dreams...I wouldn't even have dreams if it weren't for them. And if my dreams were to come true, but if my mom and brother weren't with me...there would be no point. Well that was enough introspection for now. On to Japanese, so as to learn how to read beyond the level of a third grader!

there is a dating sight for martial artists. does your crane work against My tiger indeed. it makes the whole concept of "it's a trap" a little further when you've seen the episode of queer eye inwhich...conversations with aubrey. I think mostly because of how recent they were. but also because there really are times when the two of Us share a mind. and it's cute. -Fight it, Fuck it, Kill it, Eat it

Doing this because I feel it needs to be done in order to keep things organized. And it's not easy keeping things in track in Mukuro's mind. Everything is subject to change as things progress and comments...an understanding between them that not many people could relate to because of the things they'd done together. What's said between them stays between them. And that's something Mukuro appreciates

I repeat myself, but you guys'll be used to that by now. I swear the happy tag doesn't lie, so hang in there lol, the first parts a little heavy. Actually I'm going to cut just to save space since I got...my lungs every few seconds because I can't shake my latest cold for anything and it sucks. Ugh. No one be surprised if I write sickfic drabble even though I have More Important things to work on :