i'm horrible at keeping up with my journal.  i guess these last few years i've been horrible at keeping up with myself (whatever that means ( Read more... )

wow...

hello to bryan.

i'm living alone. it's almost as if i have always lived alone. i can't remember what it's like to argue over who last returned the video to blockbuster or questioning why there's a dirty sock on the floor when laundry was just done. i'm like a lesbian; living alone with two cats in the barrio.

i don't even know where i've been or what i have been doing all this time.

i'm single now.

back in school.

boy's think i'm pretty.

i miss jeremy.

i have a crush on someone who's very special.

"Beauty school drop-out (Beauty school drop-out)
Hanging around the sorner store
Beauty school drop-out (Beauty school drop out)
It's about time you learned the score"

i can't stress enough that life is so cruel ( Read more... )

had a pretty good weekend. friday night, friends and i massed at the venture, a 'leather daddy' of a gay bar down the street. it was populated with the majority of forty-some year old men cruising for a good lay. we all found it amusing to see a world of nothing but impassioned men wanting to copulate. no one was really socializing, mostly ( Read more... )

i think i just might laugh ( Read more... )

the healing process has really only just begun ( Read more... )

shit ( Read more... )

last night was pretty eventful. went to the old che's lounge for some drinks. it was somewhat reminiscent of when i first moved to tucson (except lyida was absent). kelly, taylor, jen, myself, and jeremy pretty much guffawed throughout the evening. we ended up pretty much pie-eyed by the end of the night. all in all i was satisfied ( Read more... )