this is my last week of college. i start my new job at mayday magazine this week. i am giving up the keys to The Satellite office and handing in my last assignment. passed everything, done everything i can do.
feeling blue

yeah ( Read more... )

i keep putting in entries, leaving them up for half an hour or so and then frantically making them private or friends only. maybe i should just get a notebook, but for some reason this catharsis is better on a computer screen.... even if nobody can read it but me.

lame.

marisa and i have the most kickass apartment... high ceilings and wood floors.

my advice to anyone is to listen to capn'jazz.

"all i can say is i wish i had something to say"

well.
mike is moving to toronto. i am moving in with marisa in smelly hamilton, and missy may be coming with us too. i know that mike is right, this will make us stronger... or does that just sound like im in denial? i dont know, bahhhh.
im going to buy a car and work until my face falls off and forget all about everything.

the world wakes and now i am safe... at least by the light of day.

well it's been a long time since i've mustered the engery to write anything on this lame unread page that is really only meant to make a person feel like they have a forum where someone will read what they think and acctually give a shit, or be moved by it. how lame ( Read more... )

i am in love with mike

i just found out kyles been lying to me for like a year and a half now about being terminally ill. apparantly hes never been terminally ill.
the way you fuck with lives is such a big disguise.

mike made me the best cd today, and we hung out for hours watching movies in his living room, and i didnt come home until like 5pm. i really like him alot ( Read more... )