new journal. LOVE IT.

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I finished setting up my new lj. How accomplished I feel.

I've added most of you. Add me back or else.

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Ah, and how lovely it is to have substance to turn to after a stressful night/day.

Yes, I have to say there were some tears. I make with what I've got in life though and I feel like changes are due to occur. I can't quote that Phil Ochs song enough. And I won't take the trouble to do so right now because frankly I've the time nor the patience. ( Read more... )

I hate this. I don't feel like being responsible tonight.

I'm such an asshole for preaching with the "be good to yourself." I'm such a miserable hypocrite.

Cheers and such.

Oh good Lord. The things I get myself tangled up in.....

I could use some stability right now.

My livejournal is so bipolar it's almost institution-worthy.

Now I confess. But I have a guarded heart again. I miss the one I've lost. I miss the one I haven't lost yet. I want this. But he's underestimated me. I see more truth than he's given me credit for. I want this. I am a free spirit. And the risks I take are never satisfying enough. There is, somewhere buried in my heart, a reason for my taking such ( Read more... )

Farmtown is all flooded. I might be sick, therefore running the risk of dying at anytime. I slept three hours this afternoon. The vending machine is out of ginger ale. My stomach is itchy. I have to pay my life in road fines. I miss my roommate.

But things are good nevertheless.

Is it April really? Really? My birthday is next month.

Depending on ( Read more... )

I'm a part of something significant. And not to fall into shameless sentiment... but I found something to hold onto. This is more than I ever expected. It's good.

This weekend was simple and easy and lovely and comfortable and fun. And tonight I'll be lonely sleeping by myself.

To you--- thinking of you. I ate lunch when I got back. And I haven't ( Read more... )

As is tradition, we do a sober follow-up entry. I ingested just enough alcohol last night to put me sufficiently under the influence, but not enough to give me stomach upheaving issues. Which is good in that puking sucks, but bad in that hangovers suck as well. I have to say though, for 7am I feel alright.

I woke up this morning probably around 4: ( Read more... )

The sun is out and I've got my shade pulled up. And there is a picture of Harry sitting on my windowsil. I think, finally, I can look at that picture without flooding myself with emotion. I've come to a point where I know that hanging on desperately to a thread of the relationship we once had is a waste of time and a waste of energy. I am safely ( Read more... )