Maybe my relationship with you will always be that joke that I never heard the punch line to. Do I really need to know how it ends? Or should I just keep on guessing?

I wonder if there will ever be a time at which I can stop doing these things that drive me crazy. It seems like it should be simple, but, try as I might, I can't break from them ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure I'm developing whatever the opposite of seasonal affective disorder is. God fucking forbid it get below 70 degrees. Christ. Bust out the Ugg boots, but keep the short skirts, cause it's still sunny outside ( Read more... )

It bugs me when someone says "I don't do [insert behavior here]". As if they never have and never will. Yes, you do. I saw you do it last week. OWN WHAT YOU DO. People will respect you a lot more for it.

I heard a really incredible story at the funeral on Saturday ( Read more... )

...it's not the way that I want it, it's just the way that I need it.

I never really know what to say when people ask me why I stopped eating meat. I think that it just stopped feeling right.

you'd think wearing headphones in a coffee shop would prevent the creepies from talking to you. apparently you thought wrong. i never would have thought my choice of laptop brand would make a good segue into the promotion of a homophobic website. and here i am without my gay pride hat. oh, these things i don't know.

did you really want my forgiveness? or do you just sleep better at night having heard me speak the words? if i'd have known better, i would have told you to fuck off.

sometimes i worry that i've forgotton how to be a good friend. not just a friend, but a good one.