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My very own apartment!
Well, I'm sharing it of course. But I'm happy! It is wonderful it is to finally have space again. I almost have too much space - I'm not sure what to do with it all, as I have no furniture at the moment. I do have stable internet and a comfy air mattress ( Read more... ) -
Another day, another dollar.
It's Thursday. But it felt like a Monday. And seems like it will continue to do so. Another week almost over, but it still doesn't feel like it. I've been forgotten a bunch of times this week and today especially. I'm writing this while waiting for Jay to get his ass to BFD so I can help him with something. It took me forever to get here and ( Read more... ) -
You're getting very sleepy...
It was an interesting weekend. There was indian food. It was good.
Man, I'm exhausted. So we'll leave it at that.
Oh, and Serenity comes out December 20th. Which is amazing yet disturbingly fast. I have pre-ordered it. -
She nibbles her pencil. She's human!
It hasn't been such a bad day after all ( Read more... ) -
What is your name? What is your Quest? What is your favorite color?
Yes, I'm showing my dorky side. This is what happens when you combine a good mood and a late night Classic Rock fest: A QUIZ. ( Can you Name that Tune? ) -
Notice this, my first public post in three months.
In the spirit of Post Secret, I'm inviting everyone who reads this to leave me a comment. The rules, as adapted from Post Secret: You are invited to anonymously contribute a secret, maybe two. (Which explains the only reason this entry is not Friends Only, or else you couldn't sign out and post to it.) Your secret can be a regret, fear, betrayal, ( Read more... ) -
Yuppie scum.
If you're an Anti-Christmas person:
For one, get the hell out of my journal.
Secondly: Check out Foamy's Christmas Rant. Its a perfect expression of frustration with the BS going on recently with the Holidays.
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When it comes, I'll let you know...
Sometimes it appears there is a certain sense of balance to the world: perhaps this is one of those times.
And I'll let you know
When it comes, when it comes
I'll let you know
But don't stay up for me
Don't wait up for me
If I'm not home
So I wait for fate to find me
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That seemingly pointless search for closure.
Making the con list longer and longer... It still eats at me. To find him doing all things I tried to be good enough to deserve. I was never good enough. And now, he's the picture perfect boyfriend. Isn't that rich?