so much is fate. or suckerpunching. weekly events get old. when you're old. i could just explode.

i love not being the one who causes a scene.
i love rain on every single wednesday.
i love an abundance of pens. and productivity.
and friends within walking distance. especially those who like to bake.

i'm paying twice what i've ever paid before. rent is absurd. especially when what i'm renting is a carpet on which i have spilled beer on twice in 3 days. i'm not so sorry. not so secretive as i'd hoped.

packing and beer and reading on the couch ( Read more... )

some people want to give your stuff back. while others try so hard to BE your stuff. hole yourself up in your room. it doesn't make a difference. the drama is the same. years and years of it ( Read more... )

i am truly amazed by the ridiculous antics i manage to pull. now on a bi-weekly basis, apparently. consequences for actions you don't even remember, ha! how is that fair.
so i'm going to go to the mall and buy lots of things, since apparently i can't sleep past noon.

i'm never home at one in the morning, but its sunday.

(and i guess i'm over adult swim.)

so why are there birds chirping outside of my window?!

there's probably only one tree outside! this is weird and unfair.

i'm still having fun.

( your mom )

i'm craving alone time.

today i met a homeless woman who got her dog back from the humane society this morning because a random stranger had paid for the dog's shots for her. and then i saw what looked like a badass gangsta praying over his food at macdonalds.

also. some people get soso attached, and i tend to work in cycles.

how did i suddenly become so lucky? i have a mess to deal with at work, but i cant even care right now.