I am happily cautious...just take a look at my past for explanation.

I love being independent.

I love being in Texas.

I really love being proud of myself and my work.

That sums it up.

This summer has cemented my belief that people really just want to be heard.

When is it going to get easier?

I think Caitlin M. Foyt is the only one that reads my livejournal ( Read more... )

My date was awful ( Read more... )

I met a new boy ( Read more... )

About a month ago, I wrote that I was "really, truly happy" and then shit hit the fan and I was no longer happy at all.

So I wonder if I wrote that I am unhappy, if it would work in the reverse?

Let's try it.

I am really, truly unhappy.

Last night I cleaned the bathroom. We are talking the whole 9 yards here: scrubbed the counter, washed the mirors, Comex'ed the sink, scrubbed the toilet (the whole toilet: inside the bowl, outside the bowl, around the bowl, etc) scrubbed scuff marks off the door and walls, cleaned the tub and shower, washed the bath mats and mopped the floor ( Read more... )

Last night I heard my room mate having sex for two hours ( Read more... )