I'm moving in to a house in Nevada City with Cynthia and 3 of my friends in 3 weeks. Recognize ( Read more... )

If you read this,
even if I don't speak to you often,
you must post a memory of me. So there.
It can be anything you want,
it can be good or bad,
just so long as it happened.

Then post this to your journal to see what people remember about you.

Maybe you'll read these... Since I don't know what to say, I'll let what other people have written say it for me ( Read more... )

I put it all on black, no color you're all dressed in ( Read more... )

Since the chances of you reading this are far greater than the chances of us seeing each other and having the time to talk, I'm gonna air this shit out on the internet for all to see. Worry not ( Read more... )

It was so much harder than I could have ever imagined.

It's been a long time since I cried.

I saw and heard and felt things this weekend that I will never forget, as long as I live.

Good God, I'm retarded.

Why am I such a whiner?

She's the best thing to ever happen to me.

I sat here and thought about us and almost cried.

The last 3 hours have felt like we're doomed.

I guess I just love her too much. I need her.

I've put 5,000 miles on my car driving there, spent every Sunday (plus or minus a few, plus some Fridays and Saturdays) there for 33 weeks, and spent over $1,000 on gas to get there. I've spent hundreds of dollars fixing my car, just so I could still get there. I've gotten home at 2 a.m. when I had to be up for work at 7 a.m. so i could be with ( Read more... )

I wonder if anyone reads this thing. And if they do, if they care. That was a rhetorical musing.