arden-is-me

So...no updates for you, internet machine, since all i've done lately is write poetry and there's no way i'll ever leave my written work at the mercy of the internet.  Ha, no. I am updating mostly to get rid of the last entry, which was boring me with its desperate earnestness. ~arden (why am i still awake?  i was sure there would be awesome sleep tonight.  there were witnesses who could testify.)

(i hope) you know who you are: i've been a bit of a shut-in, but i've never been good at multitasking Things are changing, but i don't think i have it's a whole big thing and you know i hate the internet, so it's all very hush-hush for now... but i want you to know that i love you guys so goddamn much that it hurts and you make everything better.  we should get together more and an impossible orgy love affair and have awesome night-picnics and make weird art and then fall asleep listening to disney songs in uncomfortable sleeping bags. so that's what i wanted to say.  i love you guys and i never tell anyone that and i should have.  i nev

I work at an amusement park now, as a ride operator.  i still hate kids.  luckily (?) for me, i hold their tiny lives in my hands, now.  I got over the damn pinkye and now have a nasty chest cold, and since i never go anywhere besides work and school and work already infected me once, i have a pretty good idea where to point fingers. ...into childrens' EYES. I watched the new episode of Doctor Who, The Sontaran Stratagem, and it seemed waaaaay shorter than usual. Gossip Girl is awesome. So is Twilight.  I cannot wait for the movie.  (EDIT:  It occurs to me this might be taken seriously, which, ha, no.) On that note, I seem to be reading a