Now, when I say shitty, I mean at the moment. Making my way to Macy*s in the evenings to put away clothes left inside out on the floors of dressing rooms by people with whom I am happily not friends,as their houses couldn't possibly be any better than that, while my Master's Degree sits on my dresser, in it's cardboard envelope, refusing to be put ( Read more... )

last night. It had all sorts of weird goings on, of course, and at some point was a strange sort of waitress dream where instead of not knowing who knows what or having too many tables or not having food to serve people, I was just waitressing. Non stop. I was doing fine, it was just annoying. And somewhere in the background of all this madness ( Read more... )

Linda Ronstadt, Long Long Time Lyrics ( Read more... )

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than to think that this thing can be my way of reaching out to you, my friends, to vent, to say crazy things, things I don't really mean, to people who know I don't really mean them, to try to heal my heart and get feedback and advice and love from some of my most favorite people in the world was a good idea. I'm an idiot; it's the internet. And ( Read more... )

that was it. nothing. I think it's a sign. Of what, I don't know...lol

Driving home from work the other day, I believe it was yesterday, my days sort of blend together recently since all I ever do is go to Friendlies and go home with the occasional trip to the library or craft store, and as I made my way through East Setauket, I noticed an old woman sitting on a bench across the street from the light at which I was ( Read more... )

The pen fell out of her hand and with a little bounce attempted to escape off the end of the desk. Surprisingly, in her sleepy stupor she subltly reached a hand out and caught it, and, pretending nothing had happened, began to write about even less in her binder, taking imaginary notes about unimportant things. It was always difficult to stay ( Read more... )

and all my friends who actually still use this (aka Sheena). I've decided I need to use this more regularly, and that my typing is very fast and loud (I'm in the library and I feel as though I'm the only one making noise on this ancient (new dell/not my new macbook) PC. (gee, don't I feel technologically advanced!). I am, of course, not, but it's ( Read more... )

Tiffany: (upon looking at the first page of my sketchbook, which is simply pictures of the jacket, Roger) you DREW that?!?!

:)