Poop on being grown up. I know who I am and I'm okay with it... just because I can't put it into words, doesn't mean i love you less.

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Dear livejournal,

I've been seeing someone else, and I'm considering leaving you. I know we've had so much between us, but maybe it's time that I moved on to bigger and better things.

Love always,
Liz McKibbon

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I wish I was smarter. And more suave. And more beautiful. And more mature. And everything that would be perfect for you. I guess that's life, though.

Chuck and I got in a slap fight. We fell. I landed on my ass and he landed on his face. I still feel awful. I'm done with my life of violence.

We stand with our feet in our socks on the cold linoleum in the kitchen, never wanting the night to end. Every moment my eyes are closed, I am no where else but wrapped in his arms. His shirt is the softest I've ever known and he smells just as soft... like an adrenaline rush mixed with all the comfort I've ever felt from anyone before. Time might ( Read more... )

Things are really spectacular. Last night we saw Juno and ate tofu and apple sauce. Then we watched like 2 hours of radiohead.

It's so beautiful out today. Completely sunny and warm. Tonight we're going on a bike ride. And I'm making soup.

Classes started today. Good-bye free time.

something wonderful happened last night. it's so funny how things happen the way they do.

I think I'm gonna go on a diet of booze and bright eyes filled self-pity. Janice Dickinson makes me feel like a fatty ( Read more... )

Kim... if you are reading this... I couldn't find you. I would love to be back in touch. xox