the past week of my life has been one of triumph and loss. of course, to the unbiased viewer, it could be surmised that, in fact, it was of loss from the very beginning. prior to the week, i had been formulating a very close relationship with a woman named chloe. she and i had met, like any other encounter in my current life, in tate street coffee ( Read more... )

rather than finish and edit a simple russian review of three seperate articles, i've been providing myself with nervous fits. added to this the degree of aggrivation built up throughout the previous week and we have a lovely dinner, fine for any evening.

its a day away now, i spent most of the day packing, all my cds, vinyl, books, clothes, etc. my folks think its a bit weird because of the fact that im taking so much, but i really need a lot of things to keep me comfortable, especially while im transitioning myself. which i know will take awhile, i was never one for changing surroundings, i never ( Read more... )

i had to put the journal into friends-only mode, you have only my ex to thank. she read a conversation i was having with my cousin through the comment posts and decided it best to stand up for herself, as if she has anything to stand up for. i dont understand though, what part of 'go to hell' doesn't she understand? i think its actually really ( Read more... )