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The first day I met my best friend, I was wearing green plaid pants. I'm not sure why, but we've always remembered that. I guess fourteen year old me in plaid pants and heavy black boots, with my goth makeup and dyed hair, was probably a funny sight. My chubby cheeks in so much contrast with my "tough" exterior. I couldn't really tell you what my friend was wearing, but I can assure you she in some way incorporated black. We used to dress so dark. Listen to really angst-ridden music in the pitch black of her room. Placebo, Garbage, Fiona Apple. We liked to listen to trance, too. Our favorite song was by this French artist. We never knew the name of the song or the lyrics, but we'd blare it loud late at night driving in her mom's green SVU, or some type of car like that. It had heated seats. In winter, we'd drive around with the windows down, hair like Medusa, but our bums were warm at least.
We lived in a small town. All the roads seemed like they somehow connected. Even if you missed the turn, you could always get back to the right place if you just kept driving. Well, she always drove. I still don't have my license to this day. The idea of being the operator of two tons of metal accelerating at tremendous speeds frightens me. Anyways, I'm on a tangent.
As much as I do love writing about my best friend, it gets lengthy and my attention span is short when business is to be done. I'll expand on this one day and maybe use it to write a poem or a piece of short fiction. Who knows? Hope you enjoyed my rant.
We lived in a small town. All the roads seemed like they somehow connected. Even if you missed the turn, you could always get back to the right place if you just kept driving. Well, she always drove. I still don't have my license to this day. The idea of being the operator of two tons of metal accelerating at tremendous speeds frightens me. Anyways, I'm on a tangent.
As much as I do love writing about my best friend, it gets lengthy and my attention span is short when business is to be done. I'll expand on this one day and maybe use it to write a poem or a piece of short fiction. Who knows? Hope you enjoyed my rant.
Hello Again
Dear Deviantart,
How are you? We haven't spoken in awhile. I hope you're doing well. I'll try to stay in touch more often. :D
It says on my page I've been a member for five years. That's a long relationship I feel like. We should be closer, but I've forgotten you. Don't be sad, though, because it's merely a fact of life. Friends disappear among the rush of life because life is merely a changing of events and places, of people and ideas. Growth is idealized, so we strive to become more than we were at a certain past point in our life. Smarter, faster, wiser. We measure the quality of our lives with a frame of reference with origins starting
My Mind is a Dangerous Place
I sat down in my chair today and wondered if maybe I would find some spark of imagination on the internet. Maybe, just maybe, I would come across some enchanted site that would grant me magical powers, and I would turn into a little elf and hop away from here singing "Tra la la." Well, obviously, I'm here typing with my fingers, which requires a body, which requires a mind, though I do admit some people rarely seem to use this "mind" of theirs. Regardless, if I was a magical elf, or a sprite, or a fairy, or even an ugly hag, I assure I would not be here, but rather in some shitty tavern drinking Butterbeer mixed with vodka and hollering at th
Catch that damn fo.
So, I've been reading my old poetry. Geez, guys, it's pretty... teenie bop. And pretty whiny. Yeah, very whiny. Well, oh well. I'll try editing some of it, but I hope my new poetry is somewhat better. It's really late, and I can feel myself getting tired. I really don't have anything interesting to sat. Goodbye.
It's been awhile...
So, it has been forever and forever since I've been on here. :). Life just sometimes takes you away. So a few updates in my life, I've met one of the most amazing guys ever, and I'm happy to call him mine. The few short months we've been together have been simply amazing, and he truly is the best I've ever had. Expect sappy love poems, oh, yes.
Well, I won't rant about him for this entire entry. Just know that he's on my mind most of the time.
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I never would have pictured you in goth makeup ;D Interesting that you remember so much about whta you were wearing though!