Occasionally, people will write, but I don't know who reads anything. These words may fall on deaf ears (blind eyes?? lololol), but the need to purge is strong ( Read more... )

 It seems that my anxiety has lead me to remember dreams that fell by the wayside... To make something more concrete and updated. There is a flutter of hope in my heart every time I think about it, and it helps give more direction and purpose to my life ( Read more... )

 Just hurried through my lunch hour, back to boredom and ringing phones. The lunch break: the hour that never feels like an hour. It's amazing how time crawls by against your will, then flies when you're praying for more of it.

I feel like I have something in my throat. I've felt it for a few days, the sensation of something just swallowed, that ( Read more... )

I feel cut off from the world... I hate not having a computer. I'm at the Miami Beach library right now, eating shit. It's kind of soothing, in an exposing way ( Read more... )

...I seriously hope I'm not going to make a habit out of this.

My cat loves me so much she won't let me sleep, apparently. Crazy monkey.

It's fine, starting the day super early will allow me to start and end everything early... I can live with that.

Things are starting to feel final regarding the place, so it's a matter of days and enduring a good ( Read more... )

So it's been awhile.

I've got a lot going on, a lot to be anxious over. My anxiety is what awoke me at 4:someshit this morning, and I've been up ever since. Also didn't help that Eddy's alcoholic asshole of a room mate was still up, probably the most intoxicated I've seen him (which is impressive that his body is capable of holding that much liquor ( Read more... )

I wish you the best
Now that you've gone on your way
To be come what it was you wanted

I hope I see you again someday
And I hope that you've changed,
I hope that you've changed.

53 years today. It's a shame you couldn't see it.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

I surely hope not... but we'll see.

Getting back in touch with the parents:

Introducing new make-up ideas to my mom last night, and remembering not being allowed to wear make-up when
I was little. Being able to survey her face in such detail, and realizing how little alike in appearance
we actually are. My father always told me how much I looked like his sister Kris, and hearing it ( Read more... )

"...While writing their third album, N.E.R.D. watched a Discovery Channel show about synesthesia, a neurological disorder that causes people to experience sounds as colors or as objects in their minds... Does that creative concept work? Hard to say, but the results are experimental and expansive..."

For the full article, go here. I'm not vouching ( Read more... )