The bad thing about being me (or I should say, the bad thing about living where I live) is that, especially in the spring when the evening breeze is at it's nicest and lightest and most effervescent, it sucks to leave the windows open. And that's because of all the jerkwads who walk by, talking loudly, smoking profusely, swearing like sailors on ( Read more... )

My gramma told me today, when I went to pick up my mom's mail, that if you tell your dream to someone before breakfast it's bound to come true. And in the few hours sleep I was able to lay claim to this morning, I dreamt of Simon. Now I just wish there was someone I could tell.

So it turns out I've finally found a minion to go to Europe with. Rawk! Now all I have to do is save up thousands of dollars and finish school and I! AM! OFF!!!

Anybody else want in on the deal? We're not leaving until October?

I am so totally resurrecting Writers Grope. Buh-lee' dat!

It's the perfect time for it, as I'm re-entering a manic phase. And now to spend the rest of this early morning painting masterpieces and cleaning all my floors with a toothbrush.

I may suck at keeping up to date on here, but I'm doing a somewhat better job of it over at www.ubermarianne.com.

Just thought you'd like to know . . .

I'm not interested in epithets ( Read more... )

So apparently my last entry was 73 weeks ago. How kind that livejournal takes such an interest in me. To pine after me so much that it recalls the day I last wrote to it. Ahhh . . . inanimate adoration . . . how I've missed you.

I'm going through this horrible time of late, where I can't help thinking people are at first totally great and then ten seconds later I hate their guts. Its like this strange sort of giddy cruelty that I can't seem to shake. What do they call that when you're moody and can't get enough pop tarts and see everything in absolutes ( Read more... )

Awakening.

where the crap is my phone???