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To those of you who continue to wish that my life is a painful mess:

Two words

Fuck off.

Oh yeah, and because I'm so sick of you sticking your self-righteous Karma inducing finger in my face, this journal is now friends only.

So Morgan and I are back in Sonoma county for a whirlwind packing adventure. It's funny that we're doing this and we still haven't heard back from the apartment people with a definitive yes or no yet. Oh wait, that isn't funny at all. It's just stressful and aggravating. Imagine how much it would suck to pack everything, drive down there and find ( Read more... )

I saw something I was not supposed to see. A ghostly memory, it keeps on haunting me.

This answers a few preliminary questions, but raises far more disquieting ones.

I wish I knew what to do...

god damn my curiosity to hell.

Maybe artificial happiness is the only constant.
I'm having a good day though. Spent the morning drinking coffee and reading The Prince of Tides at The Waffle House. Then I went to the bank, and I've got to say, I love B of A. Everyone is always unbelievably pleasant and smiley there. Not so much at the branches in California, but here, it's ( Read more... )

So Morgan and I went to check out the apartments again yesterday. (Bob the maintenance man is the coolest person ever! He tipped us off to a really great unit with the biggest back yard and brand-spanking-new everything inside!) So yeah. That was really cool (even though the application fee was astronomical! And unreasonable 25 bucks per person. ( Read more... )

Tonight is not a good night.

I never wanted to be this woman. I never wanted to be so goddamn vulnerable.

But I am.

And you know what?

It hurts so much more than I ever thought it would.

When did hotels get so goddamn expensive ( Read more... )

So after a marathon drive yesterday, I'm alive and well in Tempe. Right now I'm sitting alone in Morgan's room. I was supposed to go to the bank to deposit a check, but, what I thought was the bank was actually like a corporate center for B of A. So fuck that. It also took me about an hour of driving in lost little circles to find this fake-out ( Read more... )

I'm on fire ( Read more... )