So, I moved out of The Matlocks house. (They let me stay there during the summer and latter part of my senior year when I moved out of my mom's house) I also went to college, but recently dropped out. I live in an aparment with my boyfriend, James. We fignt a lot, but not as of late ( Read more... )

I am tired and I really need a back massage.

I have a full day of work tomorrow, and I'm so not excited about that.

I miss James, and the last time I saw him was last night.  I am pathetic and needy.  bleh...

Glassjaw owns...me.

My mom, however, does not own me.  Whether she believes it or not is up in the air.

Kurt Vonnegut owns...all.
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I found out that my mother has my email address passwords and everything, so I decided to send myself this email so that she can read it the next time she feels curious ( Read more... )

Lots has been going on in my life lately ( Read more... )

**bold = true**

I hate the color pink
I spend too much money
I’ve been in a school play before
I can play an instrument
I’ve taken Italian in school
I can speak at least one other language pretty good
I took Spanish and can’t remember any of it
I play paintball
I have more than one video game system
I have a job working in fast food
The rain is a perfect ( Read more... )

          So, I haven't seen the boyfriend in awhile.  It doesn't help that he lives so damn far away.  Or that he has no car to drive.  I'm lovesick and it's so frustrating.  I didn't do anything this weekend.  Not because there was nothing to do, but because I just couldn't bring myself to be around anyone when the one person I want to be around ( Read more... )

You are...looks ( Read more... )

Eck! I'm so sick. I blame Laura and her sister Liz, because they got really sick and now I'm really sick. Plus, I live with them now, which means I am almost always withing close proximity of awful flus and colds ( Read more... )

So ( Read more... )

When I asked if I could spend the night at Laura's on Friday my mom said no. I asked why, because I was good and quite respectable all week. Apparently, because I came home with a hickey on my neck last Saturday, I cannot be trusted and I was OBVIOUSLY lying about what I did that weekend ( Read more... )