Saturday marked one year since I received this text message:

Michael: want to celebrate me failing my test? :)

I'd like to die from something amiable, like too much sex, rather than from exposure to nuclear radioactives.. is that really too much to ask?

Please and thank yous in advance.

Michael told me he loved me on Monday :)

It was after I gave him his birthday card and the rest of his birthday gift. He looked down at me and said "I love you, Jasmine" and kissed my forehead first, my lips next. 

When I was walking home from the bars with Steven Wednesday night, I felt my pocket vibrate. I reached down to check my phone, to see a text message from Michael that read "good night, my darling jasmine"

:)

Home has been nice:) except that I wish Denise was still here and that Annemarie wasn't so wrapped up in fundraising for her church. Still, I can't really complain. I've gotten to sleep in until 10:30 or so everyday and kind of take things as they come up. I haven't been able to get a pap smear appt (which is actually the main reason I came home) ( Read more... )

I miss Michael, but I don't want to ( Read more... )

Everything has had it's general ups and downs, but I'm pretty content with things right now. Here's to it staying that way:)

This last week has been soo frustrating. Ugh. Uggghghggghggghhhhhhh.

i don't really feel like posting much of anything these days, not like I used to.

It's Mother's Day. As much as I find myself missing my mom at times, all that feels right to write is this:

"It was hard for me to believe that this woman with her head under the blankets, feeling sorry for herself and boohooing like a five-year-old, was my mother. Mom was thirty-eight, not young but not old, either. In twenty-five years, I told ( Read more... )