I'm kind of miserable.

And by kinda, I mean really.

I've been keeping busy. Handing out business cards (I'm so nervous about starting to tattoo people who aren't my family), working, finding time for friends.

I still feel so bad for being such a neglectful friend. But I'm trying, and that's what counts, right?

Played Risk on Wednesday. So much fun!!

"Serena, I'm attacking you." "No your not."

It was ( Read more... )

I woke up with scars.

No, not from sex. I haven't been able to have sex for two nights now. My body is sick of me demanding so much from it. But anyways, I'm sure you didn't need to know that.

But the scars; I have scratches all over my hands, and I woke up with a thin line of crusted blood trailing down my face.

Soon enough I'll have to wear mittens ( Read more... )

Wow. Such a huge chicken dinner. Yum.

I never really noticed how addicted to sex people are.

I got to sleep in today. It was exciting.

But this week, I really have to start getting to the studio on time.

I guess this means no more sex in the morning for me. Urgh.

Meg, I don't mind if you leave me messages. I just mind when they're horribly bitchy and ( Read more... )

Well you wont be for much longer if you click here.

My life just seems so bland right now.

Like take Geoff as an example. I love him, in one of those "stable relationship I can live with" sorta ways. But again, it's quite bland. Aside from our sex life, but I always hated relationships being based solely on sex.

Work is so redudndant. I tear down and put up the same four-way every other day, and I ( Read more... )

Ugh. I feel like shit. Yes, that says 'ugh'.

Today will be the seventh day of work.

My hair is such a mess.

Luckily it's the 12 to 5 shift, so after the five hours, I can crawl into a hole.

God I feel so ugly. Urgh.

Where the hell is my tax return. I need to go shopping to make myself feel better.

In my opinion, if I spend enough, one day I think I could ( Read more... )

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in ( Read more... )

Got home about an hour ago. This is my fifth day in a row working, and I don't get a day off until Wednesday (which they were going to ask me to work, but it would be going into overtime. At my work, there's a no-overtime rule). I'm exhausted.

Its been keeping me busy. Keeping my mind off shit.

She's all I need, she's all I dream, she's all I've ( Read more... )

(I wanted to write this last night, but couldn't get to a computer)

And then crashed, and shattered into a million pieces.

I'm so sorry Mikhail.

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And for todays entry: Fuck off Meg. Mind your own fuckin business. He wouldn't be so hurt if you didn't give him my journal.

Way to fuck up.