Okay, now that I'm through with my pseudo-vacation - I'm going to start writing again. This time, things will be Friends OnlySo now, moving on to more important things... like hookers and blow ( Read more... )

I found another blogging site. I've only showed the site to one person so far. It feels odd posting with no friends list. I like it a lot, though.

I just wanted to let you all know that I'm still going to be using this account to read your entries and comment. So keep me around, please.

I'm leaving this journal now. A spur of the moment decision.

I was going to wait until the paid account ran out, but I can't. I censor what I write because I know who reads this.

I haven't decided if I'm going to move to another LJ name or move to a different blog site altogether.

Thank you for reading and thank you for letting me read.

-Andrea

I can't write right now. I'm boring.

Every night I get home and I want to write, but every night I'm far too tired to do anything but sleep.

I hate it, but I'm surviving.

They had these skirts at Old Navy (from the commercial) that we never got in Canada for some gay reason. Every female customer that walks into the store asks when we're getting the skirts. I haven't even seen the commercial, so I didn't know what they were asking for. All I knew was that we weren't getting them in Canada ( Read more... )

I'm as close to death now as I've ever been. Well maybe not death, but I'm close to crashing and burning. I'm not going to turn my journal into even more of a bitch-fest, but I need to rant about this for a little while. At least until I start getting used to it ( Read more... )

I just cried for American Idol. What the fuck is that? I don't even watch that show. I was just totally happy for that girl when she found out she won. I can only imagine how good it must have felt. The guy seemed okay too, though. I felt a little bad for him. I'm sure he'll cash out too eventually ( Read more... )

I landed last night at around midnight. Chicago OHare is a very unorganized airport. Both my layovers there were very annoying ( Read more... )

I have a problem. Well, I have tons of problems. Most recently my problem is the pitiful addiction I've developed for trashy magazines. I'm so entertained by silly stories about stars that I really could care less about. Don't get me wrong- I love a good book. One that I'll totally devour because it's just that good. Lately I've just been one of ( Read more... )