Belles, Stars and Boulevards

J : You're fat.

I(self-deprecatingly): Aw, you're hurting my fillings.

J : Fillings? You don't have fillings. Goodness its a stupid pun.

I : Things like that just eat me up inside.

J : You're ridiculous, stop it. Its retarded.

I( dramatically) : The shards of my broken heart can never heal over this great and terrible wound inside.

J : Yeah right, more like your face looks like shards.

I : How......cutting.

Labels: fragments

J : Yeah right, more like your face looks like shards.

I : How......cutting.

Labels: fragments

Hi, I'm Ian.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.

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Starstruck
Because Cute, Smart, and Funny don't mean a thing The above was supposed to be the real title, but trust me the blogskin screwed up on me Living life to the fullest And I won't say anything at all. To all the lovely bitches like you Get your boots on
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