1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving is at my brother's house in Charlotte this year so we can all meet my new nephew, but afterward my parents are driving to Nashville to visit my mom's family. I just paid $237 to fly from Charlotte to Gainesville on the Saturday after T-Giving. not so I could go to the FSU game, though that is a plus. I paid $237 I don't really have not ( Read more... )

I am so much more rational and level-headed than I used to be.  Go me!

We'll find a cathedral city; you can convince I'm pretty

Tonight, on the way home from the Atlantic, with three other people in my car, I got pulled over by a cop and blatantly lied in order to get out of what probably would have turned into a DUI. I feel like a criminal. I also feel amazing. I'm also still slightly drunk. It was fucking terrifying, and yet I feel like I accomplished something. Am I ( Read more... )

Oh, and I'm feeling directionless, yes, but that's to be expected. And I know that best.

Alone  at home, having wound up with roommates who do not actually live here and/or talk to me and having alienated any potential suitors I may have had.

Naturally I'm making myself feel more and more miserable the longer I sit here. Luckily, there's livejournal, which was all but designed for entries such as this.

Melodramatic tweets forthcoming

Lately I've realized more and more that I really only see the good in people until I'm forced to come face to face with their bad qualities.

This, I'm learning, causes me to feel more disappointed and dejected than the average bear.

Maybe I should start assuming everyone's a goddamn phony until proven otherwise.

I must, we must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets ( Read more... )

This summer is crawling by. I kind of love my job though. The oldest reporter here said they should just hire me for real. It's something to think about. But I think I'll end up fucking around in Gainesvile a while longer. Because that's what I'm  really good at.

Oh, instincts are misleading
-You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you ( Read more... )