I'm so completely frustrated at this very moment. This stupid fucking moment. There are always moments, stupid fucking moments. I can't write, I've lost my muse. My muse was unhappiness I suppose, being happy is leaving me dry ( Read more... )

I'm always sad on Mondays. I feel incomplete. I feel lonely. My bed feels like some foreign place that I just can't get comfortable in. Things are about to change, soon we will be on our feet. Soon we'll be able to have our own home.

This weekend was bliss. I love my friends and my boyfriend.

We even have fun getting ready


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We are going to New York City.

My boyfriend is hot.

I love sangria.

Um, I miss my boyfriend a lot.

This weekend is going to rule...

1. Joey has off, which means we get to be lazy/sleep/kiss all weekend.

2. Stacy's birthday extravaganza is on Saturday. NYC never looked so good.

I like the Killers.

everything.....will be alright

Applying to schools is so annoying. I hate getting transcripts sent, I hate the application fee, I hate it all. I will hate it even more when I get my rejection letters in the mail. It is then, that I will realize that I am doomed to make no money for the rest of my life ( Read more... )

Fuck you live journal for deleting what I wrote ( Read more... )

I have a headache and I want to buy a Temptations cd ( Read more... )

I'm really amped on the new Star Wars movie.

I'm not amped on the conversation I just had.

I'm a cranky bitch right now, because I haven't eaten of anything of substance yet. I hate being broke and not being able to afford to feed myself. I also hate my fucking phone, and AS SOON AS my Amex card is in, my Sidekick is being purchased. I don't even care ( Read more... )

Law and Order SVU was sweet last night. It creeped me out. I haven't watched GOOD tv in so long ( Read more... )