uh oh. it looks like I am in trouble.

I don't know why I even bothered. You were a loser in the beginning and nothing has changed. I don't really care. I didn't hang myself on the line. But I don't understand why you insist on being an asshole to me. Normal people call when they say they will. That's just normal curtosy. I can't possibly believe that your memory is THAT bad. If ( Read more... )

Nightmares and not being able to sleep = unhappy Carrie.

Why can't I just have the world be the way that I want it to be.

Apparently if you wait long enough you get what you want.

I have decided I am allergic to the United States of America. As soon as I was getting on the plane I broke out in hives. Itchy disgusting hives and now I have to go to the doctor so they can cure me. My first days back and I am totally unconfortable in this heat. Urgh. I think this is the first time Portland has ever let me down for not ( Read more... )

A bug decided to decorate my elbow and knee before leaving Paris. How nice of it. Ahh the memories.

I leave Franfurt at 10 and arrive in Portland at 1130 the same day, how trippy is that?

See y'all soon!

My last day in Europe...for now...I did absolutely nothing.

I went to that wonderful pannini place in Les Halles and treated myself to some ice cream. YUM.

I don't want to leave at 4:45 tomorrow. I'm floating right now or drowning however you want to put it.

Just because your peircing creepy stare makes me glance in your direction because I sense holes being drilled into my back does not mean you are invited to stalk me, approach me and especially when I am listening to music, do not try to TALK to me ( Read more... )

I keep trying to call and I am going nuts not knowing if you are ok because you aren't responding. If only I were Neo and could travel by phone I'd be there in five seconds. I need to know if I am retarded and have a bad number or what time is the best time to reach you because I love you and miss the sound of your voice. I get to see you in a ( Read more... )

I don't wanna leave. I am already starting to get depressed and I have still two whole days to set foot on that airplane. What would happen if I didn't? Could I just disappear in Europe like that Cuban baseball team disappeared in Canada. ARGH. I just feel like shit right now and I shouldn't because I am still in Paris. Why is my brain ( Read more... )

So the guy at the front desk thought I was french until I handed him my passport. My first one and I leave in three days. That's how it works I guess.

Ahhhh...Paris encore!