February 9th, 2002

Charah coffee

diarytag respond: scars

Pretty cool site.

From ghostfox: Do you have any scars? Where are they, and how did you get them? Do you wish you didn't have them, or do you feel differently?

Yep, have a scar on my left elbow. Fell down in 1999 outside my school, while walking to the bus stop. I was walking merrily, and talking to my friends, when all of a sudden I felt my foot sink momentarily, and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor. Turned out I tripped over a drainhole...

I also have one on my right knee, which I got when I was very young, about 5 or so. I quite like this scar, because I can vaguely remember my father applying some blue iodine solution-type thing to it. It's kind of representative of the happy times, before puberty and the emotional baggage that comes with growing up. I don't wish I didn't have any of my scars, because quite frankly, they don't bother me and I don't care that much that I have them. I do have this weird red spot that resembles a cut on my right wrist though. It has been there for many years now, but I don't know what it is or how it got there. But then, on the flip side, it's this mark that only I have, and if you really know me, you'd know that I thrive on individuality. Being ordinary is one of my biggest fears.

So, I guess yes, I quite like my scars, nevermind that I didn't like how I got them, if you know what I mean.

 

Charah coffee

he did it for the damn nookie, and so did i

Who did the stupid nookie song? Limp Bizkit. Who wrote the pathetic lyrics? I'm guessing Fred Durst. Do I like Mr. "I'm-so-horny" Durst? Noooooo.

The funniest and weirdest and scariest thing happened in my dream. I was on a bus. Fred Durst and some other guy was also on the same bus. They were sitting across from me. I stood up, went over to them and asked Retarded Durst if I could sit on his lap (shut up, shut up, shut up!). He said yes. I sat down, and almost immediately, I felt his dick against my arse.

He had a fucking erection when I sat down! Why did I dream of something so insanely stupid? And Fred Durst, of all losers! Why? Why? Why? For the love of mankind, WHY?

I'm so freaked out by that dream. I know I'm sexually deprived and all that, but that sexually deprived? It's almost scary! And in that dream I was like some sort of sex predator or something.

I've thought it over, and I've decided that no, I don't want to continue this entry any longer. Suffice to say that I dreamt of Fred Durst, and he got horny because I sat on his lap.

Ugh. This dream was simply repugnant. I don't know why I brought the damned thing up.

Charah coffee

for blacwynter

Blacwynter, your latest entry stirred something in me. It's almost 11 p.m., and I'm tired, but I know I wouldn't be able to sleep if I don't at least attempt to do something for you. So I'll do it here, and now, and I don't have anything planned or anything...I'm just going to let the fingers fly. Okay?

Light
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
and self-esteem deteriorates when that eye weakens.
And the mirror reflects distortion
of oneself
when one has given up.

But perspections
are up for you to decide
Revelations
would fill your heart when the time comes.
And love has passed you
but not for eternity...

When Spring breaks upon your heart
You'll shed tears made of helium
that transport you through this portal
that separates reality from dreams.
When you find yourself tripping
through weeds and over-grown branches
reach for that lone white daisy
amongst the dirtied plains...

And hopefully, you'll find your freedom.