i really wish i could stop watching true hollywood story, especially the one about kidnapping little kids, and now especially the one about kidnapping adults that i just heard say "and then i took a bite out of his crotch!"

really.

another move, another life change.
im off yet again to my 6th and final move in orlando.
packing is such a weird feeling, it feels like i just started this life and now its changing yet again.

i dont really want to leave here, it was so good to me.

my bones are sore from standing for too many hours, and hers from spitting out her insides ( Read more... )

this thing often makes me revert to high school, makes me process my thoughts the way i did when i was 17 ( Read more... )

i am finally comfortablly moved into my new home.
it is beautiful and i love it much,
i invite all my friends to come visit, which i dearly hope you do.

i have had a weekend of desperately needed relaxation and rethinking.
life is treating me pretty well, and i am content with situations as they are now.

packing is miserable, i think i honestly own enough shit to clothe/feed/house/keep warm/ entertain approximately 40 large families.
its sickening

IM DYING

i hate artificial light, yet love peanut butter
yea?

love on your birthday
love on cinco de mayo

no love on no occasion

things are silly

birthday girl in 3 days--
we are going to the beach on sunday and anyone that wants to celebrate with me should go out there as well, i plan to drink delicious drinks and hang tight all day.
i have a final on monday, which bites pretty hard, but i suppose i wil make due.

IMREADYTOCELEBRATE!

just got home from an attempt to go to class today ( Read more... )