I said I would post. Here I am, posting. I got nothing, except that i last updated 48 weeks ago, almost a full year. thats kind of sad because this used to be my very favorite thing to do in the world. I did sort of miss it. But at least its one less thing to check compulsively while I am on the interwebs. it sounds like I am typing very fast ( Read more... )

i have not posted in 17 weeks. which is precisely how long its been since i got so busy i could barely breathe. there you go.

upon reading my last two entries, i think i need a little break from 'family time'.

and that, friends, is what the holiday season is all about.

some high and lowlights of christmas 07 ( Read more... )

first quarter of school...over.
work...making me insane.
christmas....almost here.
abandonment issues...rampant.
i....have nothing else going on.

i feel like today is going to leave me with permanent frowny lines. in between my eyes, right on my forehead. and a distended lower lip. is this only child syndrome? at this point, i am medicated, this is not depression, this is not hypomania, this is a simple case of me not getting my way and i do not agree with it. here is why ( Read more... )

friday...i ended up not coming home until 3 am when i had to work at 5. i was late. after work, i went to the birthday bash of aunt ellen, where i got kind of drunk. went home, slept from 7 pm to 11. then i was up until 4 am, then i got a call from my store at 6 30 am that my shift supervisor didn't show up. had to go to work. got home at 8: ( Read more... )

this week has gotten away from me completely...which is why i am christmas decorating...at 2 in the morning. i started this project 4 days ago, and it is generally very unlike me to leave things undone...but i must say, i am impressed with the wreck that is my apartment right now. its not often i can sit back and be like, wow, this place is ( Read more... )

when your wife divorces you, what makes you think to ask to have sex with me ( Read more... )

i hate when my computer has a tantrum. i hate being dehydrated. i hate james taylor. i reeeeeallly hate james taylor. i hate joni mitchell, perhaps more than i hate james taylor. i hate my own over-analyzing nature, my insecurity, the little voice inside of me that is constantly yammering that i need validation from other people to feel like i ( Read more... )