A year ago today, Michael and I broke up. I'm not really sure what that means, if anything, but there you have it. I probably wouldn't even know it was today if it weren't for the unfortunate events that followed closely after ( Read more... )

The One Year mark is inching closer and closer and I'm trying my hardest not to let it affect me ( Read more... )

Don't drink and knit. Seriously. Don't do it.

You'll end up screwing something up in some unimaginable way and then you'll have to start over because you can't figure out how to fix it. Save yourself a lot of heartbreak and just knit later, while you're sober.

I really shouldn't be in a relationship right now. Not until I figure out what it is that makes me go all weird and needy and no-libido-having and bitchy. Because that's no fun for me or anyone else.

Despite knowing that, I want to fall in love. So bad.

I hate running low on tampons. Usually when I'm running out of something I try my best to conserve it. Really not a good idea with tampons.

So tired.

Day 7 (and thankfully the last day) of consecutive work today. Leaving in five minutes. So ready to sleep.

Ingrown toenail has come back.

It's that time of year again. It's Cinco De Mayo, which means things for all sorts of reasons I'll get into later.

I'm sleepy.

You know that feeling you get when you've taken one too many bites of food? You don't realize until it's in your mouth and you've chewed once or twice, but you just know there is no possible way you're going to be able to swallow that bite. That deep, sinking feeling. "Oh shit. I can't do this ( Read more... )

I don't know how I managed to sleepwalk through so many years of my life.

It's really quite disturbing.

Note to self: wearing large scarf while cooking on gas stovetop = FIRE HAZARD. Risk the cold neck.

"Sometimes I think if my mother wasn't so good at pretending to be happy, she'd be better at actually being happy."

Maybe that's my problem.