i need to make out with a stranger pronto.

my life has become boring. there is no excitement. work work work.

i do not like work. i like making out.

i slept until 3;30 in the afternoon today. while this seems like a fantastical thing to do it was in fact horrible and now i know i will not be able to get to sleep until at least 7 tomorrow morning ( Read more... )

if you don't want to be friends you shouldn't have told me that you did. its as simple as that. i cannot handle this shit.

i wish i could just kick your ass and get it over with.

end of mutherfuckin story.

you think i'd have something better to do with my time than obsess over something so trivial as 28 days.

they weren't even that great.

i should drink more and think less, right?

probably not.

i'm going to shower and go to work and take a thousand caffeine pills, that will make me feel better.

ihad a dream last night that evan called me while i was at work (at the rave in a basement) and left me imogean heap's "hide and seek" on my voicemail. i cried in the dream. i heard him say something. i cried and then i went to work.

i hope he dies.

"The chief connotations of bleak are coldness and exposure to the elements. Bare means without covering; barren means incapable of producing. Bleak may combine the meanings of the two; in the northern climate a rock, island, moor, prairie, or mountainside, which is bare, blank, desolate, exposed, unsheltered, waste, or wild is sure to be cold and ( Read more... )

i want this to work out more than anything in the world.

i'm trying really hard and praying harder, i hardly ever pray so i know i want this.

i miss you. immensely.

in case you did not know i am a (sexless) whore.

and i feel that way constantly.

i love the rain for making it nice when i am in bed. i love the sound of rain. and i love the sound of leaves rustling. i love it ( Read more... )