One of these days, I need to muster up the balls to say what I really need to say when I need to say it.  (Catch that? I didn't.)  And to not let the good ones get away.

 Other people's dogs are interesting, they all tell different stories.  And sometimes, like tonight, it's like finding a little friend who you can understand but ultimately know that you're going to have to leave.  It's such a shame that I have to leave that puppy to a lonely existence at the mercy of some dumb rich girl.  I mean, I hate Yorkshire ( Read more... )

So maybe this is where it starts ( Read more... )

I am TERRIFIED of the future that's coursing through my veins. 

I would like to stop feeling like a fake now, please.  Why everybody gotta expect something MIRACULOUS from me?  When I say I don't have very much done, this isn't going to be a good presentation, it does NOT mean, "I am hiding something really really awesome and mind-blowing, just you wait  until I give a presentation on this."

So please don't ( Read more... )

So uh, haven't posted in a while, but I'm stuck in the fantasy world that is facebook.

All I have to say is, real life after college better be fucking amazing or none of this was worth it.

And I have angry stretchmarks.

I've resolved to laugh with God.  It seems like that's the only thing I can do.

Strange, how quickly that ended ( Read more... )

 I'm back in my hometown.  This is weird.

So, I held a successful dinner party consisting of:

Salad:  Spinach salad with pecans and tomatoes with a shallot-mustard vinaigrette.

Entree:  Pan-seared scallops with garlic mashed potatoes and baked asparagus.

Dessert:  Pecan crackers served with vanilla ice-cream.

Wines:  Gewurtzeminer and Sweet Riesling.

I rock.