i hit a man's parked truck with my u-haul econoline today. his door won't open now. piss.

how's that for an update?

I got into NYU.

...not that I'm going. But it's complimentary nonetheless.
Viva, el wolverine!

for now though, dollar movies with just-go and reeds. :-)

Song lyrics I'm currently jamming to:
Hold on, dream away
You're my sweet cherade

qotd:
Sakuranahita: son of a bitch
the DEZ says: what?
Sakuranahita: i don't know i just felt like saying that

i'm going to call him. it's taken me four years to ask the dreaded question, "Why?" but I'm finally going to do it. Thanks, Greg Behrendt. Thanks, Mary. Thanks, Tony. Thanks, Megan.

...this is either going to turn my currently stable life completely upside down, or I'll just hang up on his voicemail. I guess that It's now or never though. Here goes ( Read more... )

DC was so amazing. It was everything I could've asked for out of a vacation and more. I love Amanda. I love The Bureau. I love the evil man on the metro who got his backpack stuck in the door and broke his leg in 6 places. I love the leaf. I love Happy Hour. I love Karma. I love hookah. I love being high with Jen and dancing in the middle of the ( Read more... )

1. I go to DC for 6 days tomorrow!! Yayyyy, I cannot wait to see Amanda (and hopefully Christine, Cat, Claire, Jerry, and Chan too)!!! yayayay.
2. I should start packing soon.
3. The timing of this vacation couldn't be better. Work has sucked royally the past two days, sparked by my lovely fight with Mark yesterday. Ugh, SO LONG, CF...for now.
4. ( Read more... )

"Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop..."

"Pick me. Choose me. Love me."

please?

qotd:
the DEZ says: unless ( Read more... )

All I can come up with is that I just want to write something that matters...

...and I wish I knew what that something is.

::sigh::
::shrug::

Break's almost over; time to head back to the office. 1 hour and 50 minutes til the weekend.

I'm so glad that a very drunk Eric could write this out because, let's face it, I've been trying to do so for weeks and haven't been able to make it make sense. So thanks, Eric (and Jack Daniels):

"See, I can't run from it, can't drink it away, can't replace it, and can't just forget it. Trust me, I've tried them all. The only person I can talk to ( Read more... )

...i went and saw it with linds, di, kristen, and katte and it was good, but still. chick flick = not what dez needed. not today. oh well, it was still a great movie that i'd see again.

and now, the not-so-secretive crypticism:
I’m still in love with you.
I hate you.
I hate that I'm still in love with you. :-[

::sigh::

time for a plastic cup of white ( Read more... )