back again.
sadly, this. . . journaling. . . is thrilling.  also, writing scraps of nothing provides breaks from my 'productive' day off. 
i've been cleaning the upstairs and ridding my car of trash.  also, i. . . had lunch.  it seemed like so much more at the time.
i read over some shit from 2004 and 2005.  i haven't had a real boyfriend since that ( Read more... )

wow, i didn't write anything in 2007 because i was too busy having a real life and 'getting my shit together.'

so, my 'shit's together' apparently.
i mean, on paper, anyway.

i am still a slovenly social disaster.
but, you know, i got a few people who don't mind it so much, so that's pretty nice.

i'm still pretty lazy, although this is the first time ( Read more... )

holy shit, it's been a long time. i'd have to say i liked things better when it was just livejournal and no myspace or facebook ( Read more... )

good evening ( Read more... )

so, i have an attitude problem ( Read more... )

hungover, listening to gypsy punk in knee socks and a kilt, frowning, sleepy, raging, i walk up the hill to the bar. half-way there and already seeing the trashy saturday night crowd. a groan escapes. we get to the door and oh ho ho, they want $3 because the five-table shack filled with dancing morons is hosting a "good-bye party" for some chick ( Read more... )

this is but one of the classes i will take if i get accepted to this college ( Read more... )

i dreamt i was a lazy politician, playing with dinosaur toys on the podium during the debate and pointing and winking at my audience, like a rock star ( Read more... )

temporary services.
where dumb-asses in suits glance at your book of an application, break you down to a pile of shit, and say they'll call you if something becomes available, all the while treating you like a criminal.
i should have stabbed that bitch in the eye with my pen.

ready to murder and rampage, i instead went to the YMCA ( Read more... )