I'm the worst.

Kenny Chesney still makes my heart hurt a little.
Summer wind and impulsiveness.

My heart's pretty full right now though...

I'm vaguely browsing clothing sites online and one place I went to had "clubwear" but all of it was categorized as "forplay lingerie" upon further inspection.  Hiiiiiiiiiilarious.

I do recall wishing time would stop right in its ( Read more... )

The grandparents thing is heartbreaking.
Otherwise, I'm happy, or mostly content barring some...frustrating things that I can't quite voice or understand.
Anyway, hopefully this will be a reminder tomorrow when I pretend something's gone wrong, or something does go wrong.  Before I say it's not worth it, I have been happy these past few days.  ( Read more... )

I'm always wanting you.

Being sick is almost comforting.
The fever in bed reminds me of times that I would be sick, and freezing in bed, and my mom would somehow know and come and lie with me until I warmed up.  Or she would always have a wet facecloth for me when I was too hot.
A certain cough reminds me of lying on the couch in Whitby with Kleenex around me, and the scent ( Read more... )

Dreams again, new character to replace the old.  Little more close to home, so to speak.
Changes my view of the world when I get up after that.

I'm watching the Barbara Walters interview with Patrick Swayze ( Read more... )

I'm pretty worried that I've fucked up my future.
( Oops. )

Seriously.  Next year sleeping through all of this.  It's getting old.

I am so full of shit.