I make myself sick thinking of you.

 I'm going to lose five pounds annddd become a porn*star. I mean. How could I not?

the end.

 This is all transitional, this life, this moment- everything I am doing is simply to bring me to the next phase of my little life plans ( Read more... )

I'm lying here typing away on my cruel little computer that only last night had decided it couldn't, wouldn't recognize the operating system and thus wouldn't go beyond a black screen- wondering if maybe I expect too much from my future. I seem to always be living for that next "dream situation" holding out for the good times to come and leading  ( Read more... )

 So I have this date of self improvement with a friend via the internet that is supposed to be happening right now. He was going to do yoga  in front of his cam and I was going to be learning francais with my little program thing, It was supposed to be cute and endearing ( Read more... )

 Am I the only one who views being called cute or "cutie" entirely demeaning? I feel like I am. If only boys realized that when they refer to me in such a way it instantly makes me hate them just a little bit. Moral of the story; don't call me cute ( Read more... )

 I'm hanging on words that are slow to come ( Read more... )

I sent a love letter to Paris yesterday. It was epic. Purely dramatic and from the heart. I am sure it will be a bit overwhelming to read.. but hopefully he will understand the message. Fingers crossed I suppose.. How long does it take a letter to get to Paris ( Read more... )

 I dropped something like three-hundred dollars on a program meant to teach me french.
Fingers crossed it actually works. hah.
If I am going to go to Paris I must know the language, at least to a degree.
I have reason to go to France now. It's essential it happens.

I got into Parsons.

I rock.