I had the cutest/weirdest first date type thingy last night. Maybe it wasnt a date or at least we never called it that ( Read more... )

My Ma was sweet enough to give me a space heater. Last night was the best 4 hours of sleep I've had all week, even with Cyndi hogging the bed.

Last night Emily Jones told me I was too cute to be sleeping in my big cold bed all alone. Maybe shes right ( Read more... )

Dang, I haven't used this shit in forever. Though I think I will more because I've got nothing but time these days. In the last month I've managed to get fired from two jobs, spend 17 days in the hospital and break up with my boyfriend. I expect the reality of all this to catch up with me soon and ruin the surprisingly healthy outlook I have about ( Read more... )

Yeah fest, blah blah blah, it was awesome. Being in a van for 20 hours was not. Watching the lawrence arms from the side stage was sweet. Standing in lines and missing even sweeter bands was not. But meh, being drunk for three days was fun. And eased the sadness a little ( Read more... )

Yesterday I got about 100 bones worth of music in the mail. Awesome. And today I started my job at Dominos. Already I can tell I will be much happier (and make much more money) than I am at Jimmy Johns. Now I have two jobs where I spend most of my day in my car ( Read more... )

I recently found that Kentucky boyfriend changed his "Whom I'd like to meet" on his myspace ( Read more... )

I am an emotional wreck today. Or tonight rather. I've spent my whole day pouting. And crying. And crying. And crying. Only I'm not sure why. Or I do but I'm not sure which of the many reasons is the most depressing ( Read more... )

I'm staying in. As much as I'd love to have the same conversations with the same people. Listen to the same bullshit spew from the mouths of those so desperate for attention and acceptance. Or hang out with boys who make me feel as though they like me but they've got another girl lined up who they're laying the same game on. I've decided degrassi ( Read more... )

Mopeds have taken over my whole fucking life. I'm always talking to my friends about my moped this and my moped that. And by the awkward looks they give me I get the feeling that they think I'm lame. Maybe they dont. Maybe I'm paranoid. Eh, whatever its late.