P.S. I AM GOING TO CALL QUEST

I survived work, I just have to get through eight hours straight tomorrow and then from now until Christmas I will only have to deal with like, eight hours a week ( Read more... )

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh
I was pretty much resigned to being lazy and not fighting it because, ugh, whatever.  I can keep myself busy and not care and still get what I want.  But then already this is happening and you're doing it again and Jesus Christ just fuck off.  This back and forth shit isn't okay and if I agree with anything the dumb ( Read more... )

I has a job.
You can has buy movies from Stone Road Mall?

I'm searching desperately for a voluteer-abroad organization that isn't affiliated with Christianity and isn't over $2000 for a month-ish stay in the summer.  If anyone has heard of anything or has any suggestions, let me know?  I don't care if it's South America, Asia or Africa.  In fact, I can't even decide.  So all the suggestions you have are ( Read more... )

San Antonio, jump on it!

I miss when I had funny stories to write about.
Like when I went on photography missions and ended up trespassing and ran away from people and lost my shoe in a creek and almost broke my camera.

I'm so boring.

Even last summer I managed to trespass several times while on the clock, the rule was we'd keep driving up someone's driveway until we saw a ( Read more... )

Almost four years later (!!!), the image that comes to mind when I try to weigh things out and think about what love is or means or whatever is still this:
seeing each other almost every day and yet me still feeling like I needed to call him as I was passing his house and him surprising me by running out to give me a hug and tell me he loves me when ( Read more... )

I'm still alone and this was the worst choice I've ever made and I should have just taken work off tomorrow.

Also, I would just like to forget.

Cheese and crackers and movie and bitching about boys on Friday, I'm excited.  I actually feel sad for her, genuinely and completely, and I've complained about it a lot today but I completely understand why  ( Read more... )

I would much rather scenes from CSI haunt me than your cute face.  Than your "sweet", smart, self.  Your manipulative, easy (slutty?) depths.  I wanted you out of my life long ago, and lo and behold, you're right back in it.  And I haven't even met you.  I should be pleased that at least your body is the way that it is, but now your personality and ( Read more... )