"I have made my choice, I have lived my poems, and, though youth is gone in wasted days, I have found the lover's crown of myrtle better than the poet's crown of bays."

~Oscar Wilde


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I hate my life. I have 20 minutes till midnight. I'd like to be asleep when the clock hits twelve, for perhaps it will be less painful. Maybe if I take a really quick shower I can cry myself to sleep before I know what time it is. I have seventeen minutes, now. I refuse to open my bottle of champagne and drink alone.

Two thousand and seven fucking

Tonight, a stack of third pans fell from a great hight upon the side of my face. I have a cut by my eye and I know I'll be all bruised tomorrow. Fucking lovely. It was made up for, of course, by Weston telling me to go look in the kitchen, where Ryan (another cook) was in a cutoff teeshirt and apron washing dishes. It's always a nice sight to see a ( Read more... )

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So yes, I am already looking at prom dresses. And I've fallen in love with this one. Isn't it fucking beautiful? I really hate most of what I'm seeing--sequins, roses, low wasted dresses, bright pink. Ughh.

Dave Stafford said it best: "Fucking hormones!"

I wouldn't change my life for the world. Not for the world.

And I don't appreciate people telling me how I should go about my life when they have probably never experienced what I have. :) Don't worry about me.

I got my nose pierced today. It hurt much, much less than I expected. Felt kind of like ripping a bunch of your eyebrow out or something--it made my eyes water. But it doesn't hurt at all now, and it looks fantastic. New bangs, new piercing, and soon to be newly colored hair? I feel like a new woman. Maybe others will take interest in this new ( Read more... )

God, I'm such a tease.

Beware, boys.