When I was younger, so much younger than today

[klena]

Sirius Black can KISS MY ARSE.

What writing tension? ^_~ He is being frustrating awkward by being a drunken smart-arse and I have to write him like that for 2 more stories. Also, he is taking ages to get to the good stuff - I did actually say to my screen "just kiss him, you stupid drunken bastard!". The trials of writing, ha ha!

I have actually started my fandom birthday presents for y'all with 4 on the go at once because I miscalculated the days. Me = LOSER.

OK. I'll calm myself.

I'm having trouble with the drunken conversations. I've never been drunk so I've never had a drunken conversation with someone except as the amused!Sober!person on the other side. I decided to write as though Elizabeth and I are on sugar but all we do is make snipey comments to each other and be either flirty or very dirty. Hmmm. That might work.

I haven't written a really long journal entry in ages. Oh well - que sera sera or something.

I want to mail whitehaiku's birthday present tomorrow but I don't think the card is ready. Balls.

'Lost' is starting on my fandom birthday - HUZZAH! Dom Monaghan is drool-inducing.

I want to write Harry/Draco but I have to focus on the stories, damnit! Well, at least I get to write H/D in Dei's. That'll be a relief.

I wanted to get a good body reference book in Newry but there weren't any. Does anybody know of any good books, or even websites, for reference poses?

PORN! I think I have a teenaged-boy side who was brought out during a short conversation with Joey. I shall call him Sirius and have done with the whole business.

I was just thinking about poetry. I'm not sure why - maybe it's the Keat's on my icon - but I was thinking about poetry. And the different kinds. I want to read more poetry.

I also want more Harry Potter smut because, as ssaylagypsystar's dealer, I need to keep my stock full and bulging.

I did not mean the obvious sexual nature to the above comment. I am sorry. I feel smutty or something. It's a pity I've never really written smut before, isn't it! HAHA!

I win at life.

I am obviously too full of caffeine. (Yorkie, 3 cups of tea, Dr. Pepper and mint's in 2 hours isn't too much is it? Shit, it is.)

I want more icon space, damnit.

I need to get back to work on the presents and stop updating journals with useless rambling about inane bollocks.

My fingers have frozen up again. Time to get the gloves out - ho hum.

I am leaving!

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[urbanelf.livejournal.com]

Philosophical drunkenness is good too. I'm more familliar with that myself. But still, it's an uninhibited sort of philosophy, and subject to the same foibles as other drunken conversations.

Better to be proud at times, than never, or always.

Withdrawl. Ahh. Well. Tell you what. I won't put that in a comment, but I will write an entry up on my thoughts for it.

I have addicts in the family too, my mother's sister has been an alchoholic for nearly all her life. Still, I made my way through some tough shit, and will continue to live.
In what I consider cosmic irony, by the perspective the world tried to imbue upon me, it was ultimately my meeting with the spirit of our earth through cannabis induced states that helped me to cut my addictions out of my life. There is a spirit within the world, a spirit that I now know to exist in all things, living or not. We do not have to be defined by our genetics.

There is beauty in life. I taste it upon my lips as I breathe the air of each day; it tells me that amidst the poison and rape of our world, the universe lives on, and amidst it, the will of the spirit of life cannot be extinguished.

You are always welcome. My words are the truth of my heart.