don't delet this

don't delet this

i've been
to hell

or something like it.

through all of this, i still love him.

this is almost what divorce feels like, i think.

there is a moth on the wall. i won't consider myself a whole person until i understand what lacan is saying on some level beyond the english translation.

the confession was silly, wasn't it? god. i hate that. i hate asking myself rhetorical questions. talk about a contradiction ( Read more... )

blah.
i'm extremely satisfied with my work (read: ideas) thus far this semester.
john westmark is a superior professor.
i cannot WAIT to do a fucking triathlon.
i HATE interval training with a guy, but it is the BEST MEDICINES.

roofalee is sitting on my arms.
i hate roofalo, but i love her. she just sneezed.

2010 was a fucking perfect year, in every sense. i know i will never have another quite like it ( Read more... )

1. What did you do in 2010 that you'd never done before ( Read more... )

 (  ) I NEVER HAVE BEEN DRUNK ( Read more... )

mama don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together.

two hours of watching my favorite (ok. second.) band live: crying, intense joy, thrilling, heart-pounding, incredible.

and it could hardly compare to a two-word text message you sent me during the concert.

"Life-changing?"

no.

you are.