11 days and I shall eat pistaccio e nocciola gelato, walk through the streets of Florence and have my whirwind romance abroad.

I couldn't be happier.

I am getting my flying v tattoo today. It's cute and feminine and hot and meaningful to me. It's going to be so pretty and healed when Shelby sees it ( Read more... )

There's this Zen story where a monk asks the Buddha what it feels like to be enlightened. The Buddha, knowing that the man is just a simple monk tries to think of the best way to describe it to him. He meditates on it for many days and finally says "Brother, it is like suddenly realising you are carrying around a bag of shit and finally just being ( Read more... )

Dear Universe ( Read more... )

"Here I Go Again" ~WhiteSnake ( Read more... )

Thank you, Italy. Thank you for always being there, for being my escape. Thank you, thank you, thank you. A million times grazie.
Part of me, out of self-defense, just wants to say "Don't call me, don't talk to me, I don't want to see you again." But even I know that would be really dumb.
I hate boys.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ( Read more... )

Worst. Valentine's. Day. Ever. And I'm counting all those ones when I was single. But whatever. I baked cookies, I tried to be domestic, henry rollins. And then the ex called during dinner. And I thought I was going to go ballistic. But today was a new day, and we talked about stuff and forget the fact that we both slept alone on valentine's day, ( Read more... )

WHY do I freak out so bad about stuff? I try to calm my fears and blame the anxiety on my forgetting my Prozac yesterday, on too little sleep, on being behind in school. But when the ex girlfriend sends a comment that says "Happy Valentine's Day... I love you" it makes me want to curl up in a ball and die. I feel immediately as if I won't have that ( Read more... )

Nothing cures a case of the mondays like some Bon Jovi. And looking scarily like Pat Benatar. In all honesty, though, I haven't had a case of the mondays in about 3 weeks.

I wish Chris didn't bite... hickies aren't classy or cute. And I didn't even notice it till my mom pointed it out!