It sort of goes without saying, but I just wanted to say that I've decided to live my life off-the-record.

Remember words, poetry, and passion.

Thanks for reading. You know where to find me.

Having been out of college for a little less than a year and a half, I find myself wiser, busier, and more...practical. I think I'm different from most of my friends from home who, just starting their jobs, are still adjusting to the working hours, the working life, the exhaustion, and all the white people. I know, I think. I learned that a year ( Read more... )

Fat chicks cry. A lot.

A famous and, unfortunately, trite quote:

Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.I thought about this quote the other day, because it perfectly captures what my mind has been obsessed with lately. It's not the beauty in the world that makes my heart want to cave in, though. It's ( Read more... )

That's what my friend/co-worker/brain twin told me the other night after I complained to her about living in a room tantamount to a nunnery ( Read more... )

What the hell does that even mean?

Lame.

I wonder if anyone still reads this...especially since it's turned into a stupid 16 year old's journal about the ups and downs that occur between my boyfriend and me. I should find some font where the 'i's are dotted with little hearts. Then the transition into total idiocy will be complete ( Read more... )

Today I called my boyfriend "weak," because he's not resolving a difficult situation as quickly as I would prefer him to. About 20 minutes after I called him that I remembered something he said to me a few weeks ago. He said that, five years from now, he and I would be more successful than we are now, and the best part about it is because we ( Read more... )

So I joined MySpace. Yeah, you're allowed to kick me if you see me.

I hate them. More precisely, I hate the people who drive them. For some reason, they think they own the road and can cut you off as frequently as they fancy doing so.

Seriously. Just calculate the ratio of pick up trucks to non-pick up trucks that piss you off while on the road and you'll find the number surprisingly high.

Anyway, rant over.