His name... is Matt....

I've decided to forget who I am. I don't like the person I've become, it's rather pathetic. What happened to the person who knew what she wanted and went for it? That person went on vacation and left me in charge. Here's what I know is for certain, I want to write, I want to live in Germany, and I want to train dogs. I also want to make ( Read more... )

I'm not in love with a stripper...

I know I promised that I would keep up on this (mainly for you, Kaid, even though you aren't on my friends list...) but I just haven't had the time... it's almost four, and I'm already falling asleep...

Hey all, it's been awhile since I really updated about life. I think I'm coherent enough to say some things. This summer was fucking awesome, I made a lot of cool friends. The poetry group, headed by Kaid, and backed by Caid. Then there was the Germans I met, and the male (from a half an hour outside of Lyon.) Then I met the South Africans, and ( Read more... )

His name is _______ and he's damn good at playing _______. It's time that I ______ but I can't because __________... that is all

So here's a quiz about... whatever, that I came up with because I'm bored... reply, and repost this if you like, and I will reply to you ( Read more... )

His name is Matt... and although I knew nothing would happen, I thought I should try... instead I watched him walk away, and when I was gone, he attempted to call me back... Now I feel so lost... the one person I want (not Matt) doesn't want me, and the person that "likes" me, I don't like them... and... life is so fucking confusing, I'm not even ( Read more... )

I'm afraid I need to go take a nap... can you see him? CAN YOU SEE HIM? I cannot, and that is why I must go nap, so he can find me... *wink*

I want to post my story here, but I think I'm more in the mood to go and sand the knees out of a pair of a kickass pair of jeans...