quite possibly the howard roark to my dominique francon...

fuck you.

the closest i ever felt to being in love with you was last night when you said you couldn't imagine your life without me in it.

but you got up and you left anyway. a couple minutes later i heard your car pull away from the curb. my heart is still sinking.

at least i have a job
and a roommate who'll go out and buy me a pack of cigarettes and watch me smoke it in silence.
so what if i know longer have a boyfriend who'll makes me feel like shit when i'm already having a bad day.

goodbye. you can keep my pajama pants, i don't want them.

broken-heart #1 offically in play...

(AGAIN)

stop looking at pictures of his pretty ex-girlfriend. i know they are relatively easy to find, and completely engrossing, but it does not help anything.

today we will celebrate by having you move heavy shit for me.

can someone please tell my friend to stop dating a married man who is 14 years older than her?

um, you just hung up on me mid-sentence.

we did nothing all day.
watched alias and laughed at how hot michael vartan is.
drank a beer or two and cooked dinner.
sat around and laughed...
this is going to be good for me i think.