keep coming close to coming out to sam and heather but now i'm all holed up in the office because Im scared, feel like spewing all over, projectile vomit, i'm nervous, i'm scared. why doesnt the perfect moment present itself?

need to go we need to get tickets if were going to go to miami

Yesterday Sam and Maryam totally got me. Maryam was supposed to get back from Seattle today and we planned on hanging out tonight after my night hike but yesterday after going to church with sam and brenden, sam and I hopped on BART to meet a friend of his in Dolores park and get his sunglasses, we walked right past Maryam, I didn't see her so he ( Read more... )

This has been the best vacay made new friends saw some really awesome shit danced my ass of drunk myself sideways text flirted with that moody girl I adore got lost and found my way biking around nyc is amazing no time soon but one dayi might just keep that promise from middle school days pack a bag and start fresh lauren from hi is meeting me ( Read more... )

NY ( Read more... )

Things seem so much clearer, about why I'm the way I am and how much our pasts really influence who we are, that its not an excuse, that we coped in the way we thought we had to, or maybe we really were in danger, but that those skills are no longer serving safety, thick shells, not feeling, with time and effort I can be happier by being more self

Made it through the week, lesson learned again and again, fake being positive and happy until you really are, it works. I keep getting frustrated and stressed out and my kids reflect back whatever energy I'm putting out. Be cool, be cool, be cool ( Read more... )

I'm planning on coming out to my dad soon. I hope I don't chicken out ( Read more... )

The prices are STEEEEEEP ( Read more... )

I guess I move on and let go. I thought Rose would've called me back by now. I have this inkling feeling that just like my friendship with Becky, my friendship with Rose was not as tight as I thought. I guess we have to keep repeating mistakes till we learn ( Read more... )

The phone rings as we leave the sunday celebration of Mama Ruths 103rd Bday. It's Reese, he wants to sail, we enthusaisitally make plans to meet. I hear familiar terms like "ease up on the jib sheet" but it means little to nothing to me or the other three, the captain's the only one with a remote clue of what to do. Still we manage to motor out of ( Read more... )