i have to work every day this week except for thursday (thanksgiving) so bear with me folks ( Read more... )

had the most draggingist day at work ever. no chatting fun like at home (my roommates have taken to calling me 'lady chatterly'), not too many stories to catch up on with the other receptionist, no nutjob clients to laugh about. the saving grace was the tiny pillow-like pretzels with peanut butter in the middle. kinda like combos, but waaaaaay ( Read more... )

everyone join me in wishing miss elizalouwho a happy berfday!!!!

ever have a word stuck in yer head and it just keeps rolling over and over and over and over in yer brain? today the word in my head is meow. meowmeowmeow.

tonight i went to wish miss aurynpendragon in her hot tamale dress a happy birthday at 2A. met up with twelvis and two of his friends there. we didn't stay long, but headed out to lakeside lounge. some band was ( Read more... )

the christmas wishlist begins here:
hott pants

i had the worst night's sleep. i had a dream that zombie_crush blocked me from ever reading her lovely pink journal ever again, i was dating a grandfatherly-type guy, and i was on the run from the law for killing my ex-boyfriend broggie... i ran into a gigantic grocery store to buy 4 giant tins of instant hot chocolate, and the cops stopped me to ask some ( Read more... )

i have been the seemingly annoying, clingy, needy stupid girlfriend that keeps asking when he's coming to visit. when i get an answer, of course plans start running around in my head. then he says he can't afford it. i can't question that, of course. lord knows i'm broke myself. but fuck. i am so disappointed i can't even really put it into words. ( Read more... )

a coworker recently asked me if i saw myself one day being 'covered in tattoos'. i didn't immediately answer, but instead imagined myself taking my kids by the hand and dropping them off at school, or going to open house nights to meet their teachers, or going to pta meetings, with sleeve tattoos, looking like my regular rocknroll self. i know when ( Read more... )

apparently i am naive. i am not aware that boys are hitting on me. t asked me to name one male friend that i see on a regular basis that hasn't hit on me. the only one i could think of i used to date, so i guess he doesn't count. what's this about? poo. i guess this goes back to my 'all looks no brains' theory. i want someone to prove tuffy wrong.

oooh just hearing his voice makes me all funny feeling inside. and it was only a recording. can you really want someone this much? can you say f r u s t r a t e d?