I'm excavating letters and journals and I just want to sent a should out to everyone in the universe who is the subject of an entry or the writer of a letter to teenage me.

That is all.

Uh. Boy was over until 4 a.m. involving me in intense conversation. Like high school, but with less making out.

I just sent a couple of emails i probably shouldn't have. Oh well. What's a girl going to do?

Teeth grindy and my heart and head are out of alignment. What's a girl going to do?

And the text messages... just when I've given up. So fucking much.

Sometimes I just need to remind myself that it's just one drink to forgetting. If he would just send the damn litho, I could stop tormenting us both ( Read more... )

car broken into, followed by delicious road trip dinner, followed by police activity across the hall in my fancy security building. one of three?

Okay, two of three dates were good, and I salvaged the night from the bad date, so that's a net positive. Operating on a different frequency: the crush. Buzzing buzzing buzzing ( Read more... )

I have four dates in three days. I am exhausted already.

i've just dug through my desk drawer in my parents' house and found a gold mine, a cache of random documents from the past 15 years that represents my life so much better than anything I've ever put online - concert tickets; letters from mitch, matt, jasper, nicole; a certificate of deposit; a note from a smitten boy who gave me a ride to the new ( Read more... )

I just spend 40 minutes composing a three sentence email. Goddamn crush.

Happy 10th anniversary. I guess I know how long this thing has been around ( Read more... )