I can't lose my head. (lather, rinse, repeat). I can't lose my head. (lather, rinse, repeat ( Read more... )

These walls are way too white. And the ceiling is a little too low.

I need to start taking people for what they are worth. (whether it be way too white or a little too low).

I just don't know what I am waiting for. A big revolution (revelation) (relation) or some bullshit.

Stephanie sent me a link from the NY Times. I'm going to win me $1,000. I might as well put my wordy sarcasm to use in a good way. But what do I write.. ? Maybe I'll just type "I am a train wreck" 250 times to meet the 1,000 word requirement.

Sometimes I feel as though I am pulling teeth. Tell me there's a happy medium between verbal diarrhrea and complete silence.

I either need a break from reality.. or to get back to reality. So disappointing.

We made our way home on the bikes we had borrowed. I still never told you about unstoppable sorrow. You still think I'm someone to look up to. I still don't know anything about you. Is it in you too?

Slowly, but surely.. I am finally coming to terms with my boy haircut. What I now lack in hair, I will make up for in glittery eyeshadow or something ( Read more... )

The heart is one silly little organ.

My dad called me at Midnight and said "Happy St. Valentine's Day Massacre Day!!!" all enthused. I am so eager to check the mail, I hope there is a handmade card with gangstas and dead bodies on it waiting for me. My dad doesn't buy into the bullshit of Valentine's day, instead celebrating the life and craziness of Al Capone. Apparently I make up ( Read more... )

I wish my mom was here to make me soup and tea, rub my back and wipe up my drool. I feel like an invalid! Fever of 101.4 and a throat that is as swollen as can be. Why am I a constant germ?! I think I caught something from visiting my Gram in the hospital. I absolutely need to get over this motherfucker of a cold so that I can go on failing out ( Read more... )

I forgot how much I hate being alone in this apartment. The walls are way too white, but I still insist on turning every single light to the brightest possible setting. I nervously mute the TV in hopes of hearing Nick's keys jingling in the door's lock. Granted I can walk around in my underwear without an awkward interruption, but there's just ( Read more... )

Dilemma. I officially have the money to escape. Destinations are endless, but some should be off limits. I've hung onto this opprotunity-filled check for a couple days now. I've checked Orbitz.com for the prices of happiness and have been ridden with goosebumps while pages loaded. I've never really ran from anything in my life.. either ( Read more... )