i am 24 years old and have been a member of livejournal since 2004. i have a college degree and run a business. i a don't think people are "yelling" at me when they are not. i know what the communities i am a member of are created for. i understand the basics of common courtesy. i am not stupid enough to not know how to (let alone take 5 MINUTES to ( Read more... )

i'm trying to understand the evil behind misplaced loyalties ( Read more... )

i'm quite hasty. and too reflective on sunday nights.

i've been thinking about useless, funny affection.
and noticing themes. and calming down. but not at all.

um, edited.....drinking makes me smarter, i swear. or at least cuter. ha.
not to mention drunkenly cutting my own hair.
we watched wayne's world...do it if you haven't recently.

nail pollish, pj's, vodka, and aretha franklin....
how can dancing in the living be avoided?

i'm having my first experience with the puppy chewing on dirty socks.
it's so weird and gross, i just have to stay out of it.

something is always there to drag me back to high school fascinations, by the way.
i guess it's not so bad.

i tend to beat myself up over wasted time. i mean this in many ways. i'm taking advantage of the rain. as an excuse. i feel like its a get out of jail free kind of day, a delay in a returned phone call got me out of something i need to do but want to put off. commitment issues. so i'm sitting around drinking tea and being lazy as hell until exactly

of montreal song redone for an outback commercial makes me want to stab throats. mostly mine. and i dont even care that much. maybe its indicative of other stresses. though this is a lovely evening.

never let a tattoo artist free hand a goddamn thing on you. and then on your friend immediately after.

"aren't you mad?"
"well, it's there forever so i might as well start laughing now."

its okay i still love it. maybe just because it was on fabulous friday.

perfect weather and validating moments. a handful of fast paced fun for the weekend has me needing another weekend already. which is what we're going for anyway.
at what point does routine become tradition and thus less lame by definition? not that i mind either way.