This is a therapeutic dance of sorts.

This is a therapeutic dance of sorts.

Mel

[	userinfo	\|	livejournal userinfo	]
[	archive	\|	journal archive	]

(no subject)	[Nov. 21st, 2004\|07:29 pm]
this is no longer my journal. go here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/vallyofthedolls/ and then add me. It's Mel
link	post comment

[Nov. 16th, 2004|09:15 pm]

[	le mood	\|	awake	]
[	le music	\|	alexisonfire	]

I was going for the "I want to make you sick" kind of look with this layout. You know me.

loves and hearts and teddy bears and everything nice,
Mel

6 comments|post comment

(no subject)	[Nov. 15th, 2004\|07:37 pm]
For all i care set it all a blaze. oh and ps, who changed my background here?
link	1 comment\|post comment

(no subject)	[Nov. 10th, 2004\|11:18 pm]
"I told him I'd sell my soul for an eight ball today, but then I realized my soul isn't worth much these days."
link	3 comments\|post comment

(no subject)	[Nov. 9th, 2004\|08:37 pm]
"You can mind fuck something until it makes you crazy and it's all wasted energy. Spending so much time in your head. Because, the fact is, no matter what spin you choose, you just don't know. You can't know. So go out,have a good time, make the most of your life. And when you start to doubt yourself, if that happens, do what I do and blame it on the guy with the debilitating skin disease and let it go. Because life's just way too short to bother with such nonsense. Oh, and don't forget to take your medication. 7480 stars." ps reading is amazing
link	post comment

(no subject)	[Nov. 9th, 2004\|05:40 pm]
The best advice ever: "just make fun of other people like i do. <3333333333333" thank you regan : )
link	2 comments\|post comment

(no subject)	[Nov. 8th, 2004\|06:49 pm]
I feel my journal is/will be a poor representation of myself. So instead of fixing it, I will not write. Hmph.
link	3 comments\|post comment

(no subject)	[Oct. 27th, 2004\|07:38 pm]
so my new vice is reading. Encompass'd with a thousand dangers, Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors... I... in a fleshly tomb, am Buried above ground - William Cowper A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death. - William Butler Yeats Tonight is a good night.
link	3 comments\|post comment

navigation

[

viewing

most recent entries

]