Quickie:
Take yourself to the movies or to Morocco. The experience will be enlightening.

Overview:
Telling you to be discreet, frugal or otherwise cautious with money for the next two weeks will be an exercise in futility. But try. Just for the heck of it.

I got home from work last night at 8 like always. I come in take off my boots by the freezer. Dad tells me there's some hamburger helper in the fridge if I want it. So I open the fridge and close it because at that moment I'm not hungry. During this my face is blank since I've shut off my mind by this time. Then Dad starts yelling at me telling me ( Read more... )

I kid you not my fortune cookie read:

Your true love will appear before you unexpectedly.

Yeah, right...

I'm filling out my app tomorrow for a studio apartment. It's kind of small but it'll do. I'm thinking about getting a 'bunkbed' futon. That way I'll have another couch and a bed. I have a couch that I bought off my dad's g/f. It's nice but ugly a total slipcover case. Or I could reupolster it. I don't know I guess I should see if I get the place ( Read more... )

200 closer to my apt

Just yell at me. Don't ask me what is wrong just yell. Because it is easier than asking and listening. And all I can think of is blood.

"I want anyone and everyone who reads this to post in here something they would like to do with me someday. Then post this in your journal to find out what I want to do with you."

I seriously need to get my own place. I'm sick of the parade of chicks and the sound of sex. It is just disgusting and has happened for far too long. And you wonder why I'm emotionally scarred? Why I fear a relationship? Like hell if I'm just going to be a number on some guy's score card. Ok, I'll probably delete this later but I'm getting sick of

great, a woman who won't shut up who is two years older than my sister. Just what I need to end my night.....

Grandpa is fine. It wasn't cancer. Everything was benign.