So, yeah, I guess it is time for everything to come out. I have no idea where to start or what to say, but everything needs to come out of me. I feel like I have been holding it all in for so long ( Read more... )

I have been meaning to write for a long time. Judging by the last entry I made, I have been meaning to write for over a year ( Read more... )

I went ahead and called Biz last night because she never answers. I can sleep better knowing that I tried to maintain a friendship, even when we only meet up once a year. So, let my standard pathetic pity message and was on with my life ( Read more... )

Now that I am sure I have zero readers, I think I will revive the use of this journal. It will keep me off the streets, if nothing else.

New Year’s was interesting to say the very least ( Read more... )

Are people out there to eternally upset me? My "friend" (notice the quotations) is in town for the first time in 20,000 years, and we have made tentative plans for a week. It finally sounded like tonight was the night that we would finally meet up.

*** Earlier today ***Me: Do you want to go to this party ( Read more... )

It's 2:33am on Christmas morning. Shouldn't I be asleep with visions on sugarplums dancing in my head? Well, you'd think so, but now I have visions of moving out and/or murdering my mother and sister dancing in my head.

The dreaded sister has returned to once again form an alliance with my mother - an alliance against me. Most people who know me ( Read more... )

Cooooooooool. San Bernardino ranks #16 on the list of the 25 most dangerous cities in the U.S.

Does everything happen for a reason? They had better. Another wondrous job has again slipped by me. At least this time, I didn't go around talking about it to everyone like I did with the MAD TV thing, which could have worked out for me this year if I had called back -- unfortunately, I was so low on funds that I had to take a job and forget about ( Read more... )

Is there such thing as trying too hard to keep friends? I mean, really. Lately is seems as though although I try to be friends with my friends, I am the one forgotten and left out. It’s not big things like not inviting me places or anything, it’s stuff like not emailing me back, but posting a million messages on other people’s websites . . . ( Read more... )