This must be the saddest mother fucking journal floating in cyberspace. No more. Good things to come (despite the fact that things are really bad on the homefront right now). There is beauty in the details and even when the sun isn't shining, it's still up there somewhere.

"John": the evolution of the south nj punkrockers
"John": one goes to war, the other nyu
"John": how romantic!

Lush has completely transformed my skin ( Read more... )

Once ( Read more... )

I am fairly happy, despite being completely antisocial, despite the economic crisis tearing down my family, despite whatever imbalance is going on in my brain, despite not studying for midterms, despite having to film a musical without being given any sheet music, despite being overworked at the job, despite lots of money to take trains, despite ( Read more... )

Look man, I'm telling you right off the bat, I'm high-maintainance, so... I'm not gonna tip-toe around your marriage, or whatever it is you've got goin' there. If you wanna be with me, you're with me. Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of ( Read more... )

1. threading is the new waxing
2. bubble tea
3. vinyasa
end.

so far so good.

if it wasn't for 9 am yoga and then 4 ensuing classes and then a 1.5 hour ride to NJ, thursdays wouldn't be that bad.

We had the right love ( Read more... )

Sheets of empty canvas ( Read more... )