oh diary no one reads, how I need you today!

my head is a-swimmin after a long chat with stinky marc last night.  I believe that he loves me and that he wants to be with me, but it's absolutely wrecking my head to keep going through this roller coaster with him.  I know if I had more self respect I wouldn't attach myself to someone who already has ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure the mail man just saw me naked, which is my fault because I AM naked, and my door IS ajar.

It's my day off, and nothing's ruining this one!

The past two days off I had were a little jacked up.  A week ago, I planned to see Marcus, but despite a very shameful bout of pleading, he ended up staying in Roanoke.  Apparently, he was ( Read more... )

I mean, we could talk about lillies and diet coke all day, but what would be the point ( Read more... )

hah.  I forgot all about this livejournal account, about the user picture and my list of interests and all the funny content that I've accrued over the years.

well, I'm fucking back.  times are kind of tough for me right now, and I need a diary that's not a blog.  sure, this is online, and maybe someone will read it, but no one really pays any ( Read more... )

Fucking Christ.  I quit my job.  My life is a shambles.

I didn't know there was a hurricane until, like, yesterday.  I didn't know that Mccain had picked a running mate, let alone that she was a woman or that one of her five children was pregnant.  I missed the olympics.  I need a haircut, and I'm pretty sure I have a concussion, but I'm not sure ( Read more... )

 Livin's hard right now.

I have a pretty substantial zit on my cheek that is somewhat painful, has existed for four days now, and will not go away.

My pants are falling apart.

Work is taxing; morale is waning.  The prospect of how I'll continue to afford my apartment once our hours start getting cut has just started to scare the shit out of me.

I don't ( Read more... )

C. Burr Artz, you are fucking fired! Upon deciding that it was too hot to stay in my apartment for one second longer, I decided to hit up the ol' biblioteca, and what do I discover? The air conditioning is busted. It smells like poor people, and my face is sweating, and I REAAALLY don't want to have to go to starbux to soak up their air ( Read more... )

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Now that I finally got the job I so coveted since arriving in Frederick, it seems like everything's coming up Millhouse. Despite being severely lacking in funds, my day-to-day is pretty enjoyable. I've made a handful of friends here - Ashley and Jason + the manclan. I love my apartment and the furniture that lives there. And I have a couple of ( Read more... )

There's something so comforting about purusing the online diaries of your ex boyfriends' wives and girlfriends, that I could simply give myself to it all day. I'm certainly unemployed enough and surrounded by enough air conditioning to make the whole thing quite a retreat. But no, I'll update something of my own ( Read more... )