Instead of cleaning my room (which could really use a good going over) I am updating my Livejournal. Without rpocrastination, would I ever update? Who knows ( Read more... )

My mom seems to think that my phone accidentally called her yesterday and left her a garbled message while in my purse. (Which rates highly unlikely to impossible.) It must have been someone else. She called me last night to confirm, but got no voice mail. DUN DUN DUN... (That was me picking up and hanging up, then turning off my phone because ( Read more... )

This is my To Do List, in no particular order ( Read more... )

There is a genetic response in the female brain. When rejected, dumped, or in a rut girls change their hair. It's true. I'm waiting for the dye to set in now. Living proof! I was recently rejected. Of course, I asked her out knowing that the answer was probably no, but I felt like a) it was time in my life to go out and conquer that fear and b) I'd ( Read more... )

Apparently, the point in my letter to Dan was lost in miscommunication. There was another, larger, section of the letter which had to do with his crucifix tattoo on his back on my reaction to it. (A definite turn off because crucifixes make me think of scary guilt-filled born-agains who put Jesus' death before his deeds and generally view people ( Read more... )

It's been a long time since I talked to Dan. I mean a LONG time. And the reason--the real reason other than me being tired and lazy and him being locked up--is that I don't know what to do with him anymore. I don't know that we will ever manage to be together. How can we truly know one another when we barely talk? I know the deepest part of him, as ( Read more... )

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me ( Read more... )

I always believed that somewhere a beautiful and hilarious place existed. A place where the women were strong, the men were good-looking and the children were above average. But today that place died. You know all you guys whose parents told you Santa Claus was real and you found mom, one night, sneaking in with the presents? Remember the ( Read more... )

We had the telethon at work. No one died and no fights broke out over who got the last puppy. Thank god. I didn't get lunch that day, I got to grab a sandwhich (which were leftovers from what the vounteers got thankyouverymuch) but then I went back up. And yeah, if I'd wanted to I could've clocked out and taken my hour lunch. But what the hell kind ( Read more... )

That zine? Yup; finally got off my ass and started it. Here's the link.

http://speakzine.livejournal.com/

Check it out. Make something moving. Send it in.

That was the easy part.

-speaker