I think I have to let my livejournal go. Claudia is the only person I know who posts anymore. I barely follow or read the groups I follow. And I just feel like my internet world is as cluttered as my real world between 20 email accounts and spam etc... I finally deleted my, myspace and my friendster.

Livejournal makes me sad though.

Warlock Pinchers, Highschool smoking section reunion, City Glow, Coffee with Alex and Noah, Olive's 1st Birthday, Pig Roast, Paris cocktail with Heathers, Open House, Dinner with Mom and done. Plus another exboyfriend run in. They are every where. I would think they are multiplying but i am clearly single so that can't be true. Well I guess ( Read more... )

Well Paris should be a tiny little venue by the beginning of next year. It will be somewhere from 125-150 capaciety. So intimate but sweet. I start booking it as early as now. Which has me a little nervous. Like what did I get myself into? Its going to be a challenge because its little but I think we can do some really cool things ( Read more... )

As soon as I go complaining of course I get a bunch of leads from people interested in seeing houses. I guess I should complain more often? No no. I think in real estate any energy you exert comes back to you even when sometimes not the most positive. So we shall see. I have been busy this week following up. Seems everyone wants a victorian ( Read more... )

If you know me you probably know I dont like halloween. There is something unsettling to me about people being something other than themselves. It makes me a little sad. Plus I dont like to be scared. I hate scary movies. I mean why would you want to be scared? How is that fun ( Read more... )

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have a date. I dont date. What am I thinking. He will be here any second. I might throw up on his shoes.

In the wave of getting back to lj I thought I would post. I feel like the serging popularity of facebook distracted everyone for a while ( Read more... )

I am staying at my brothers for a couple days. I dont like it. I would rather be at home. I brought weird clothes w/ me. I have nothing to wear. I have to drive to hell and back tomorrow. I miss my dog ( Read more... )

I keep dreaming about characters in a book. They are somehow connected but every time I wake I can't remember anything about how and who and why. i just remember writing writing writing. I dont even write. So weird ( Read more... )