I keep getting disappointed or something with life. Why can't I get up the nerve to say how I really feel? Why can't I have my way? Why does anyone else even fucking matter? I spend too much time worrying about other people and what they think. I'm left an empty shell, emotionless ( Read more... )

Wow. I haven't been up to anything the past few days. Sleep, work. That's about it. Although my dad did happen to buy seasons 1, 2, and 3 of the Sopranos. I've been watching that a fair bit. Well basically when I'm not working or sleeping. I fucking love that show. I love the theme song. I just bought A3's album, Exile on Coldharbour Lane. I have ( Read more... )

I regret to inform you all that I'm addicted to crack ( Read more... )

I just found out that Mitch Hedberg died. Not only that but he died just over a year ago. I can't believe I never knew. He was so damn funny...

In other news, it's been so nice and sunny the past few days. Winter is officially, officially over. Too bad I can't get my white pasty skin, which is usually nice and tan even in winter, to tan. The Accutane prevents that. I'm all bummed out about it. I want a tan! *sigh* two more months.

I'm going to see Motley Crue this fine evening. The plan is to go to Nic's around 6, walk to Shooters Pub, meet Mitch and Taki there at 6:30, have some drinks!, and then cab it to the concert. Afterwards, I'll prolly crash on Nic's couch so then if I don't get up til later, I can walk to work. I'm super excited ( Read more... )

So last night I was kinda bored so I decided to read my mom's old diary from when she was 16. I knew that we've had them on the shelf for several years but I never looked at them. I finally did last night. It was weird. I mean here is my mom talking about stuff that I would talk about. Except that it's my mom talking. I wish she was still here so I ( Read more... )

Ahhhh! I'm going crazy. I am destined to never be over Dustin. I can't stop thinking about him. I've been having dreams every night of either him or someone like him. I just wish he would still talk to me. I'm really hurting. I have a feeling that I shall die a lonely spinster at age 37. Just me and my 42 cats.

So I've been having sex dreams about Dustin for the past week or so (good opener, eh?). Basically we've been getting together (in my dreams) and, you know, going at it and it's been really good sex. But, alas, it is a dream and the reality of it all is that I'm not with Dustin anymore, we are not sleeping together (he's in Vernon, duh!), and I'm ( Read more... )

Just got back from Sarah's. We watched Walk The Line. I love it! Although we mostly talked through the whole thing. Oh well. I still got the gist of it ( Read more... )