I am having a fucking fantastic time.

Losing pick-up line: "Your mom must be pretty!"
Winning pick-up line: "What's that you're reading?"

I love my job.

Yay, scrapbooking.

Yay convincing my children that I had friends.

Watched the fireworks on the roof and then pulled another Sara.

Happy bday, America.

What a fail of a night.

He's going to be the last to know. I just have to be patient, and then we'll see if it becomes my own happily ever after.

Tonight is going to be a good night.

Summer is kind of disappointing me so far. Last year was so...adventurous and everything felt so new. I loved the late nights, drunken festivities and uncertainty of it all. I miss the people, and I do not know if it will ever be the same between us. I loved being corrupted and how wrong it all felt. It sounds weird but it was very eye-opening ( Read more... )

I am fine not having anyone right now, but my subconscious will not let me be. I cannot handle many more of these dreams that leave me so confused in the morning. When I wake up hopeful and a little excited, it is even more heart-wrenching to realize that the event last night caused by sleepy neural activity did not and will not ever happen. ( Read more... )

Holy crap, packing everything up is much too depressing right now.

For a while there I was really considering transferring. I did not feel like this place held enough for me, like it wasn't big enough or populated or different enough. I have been afraid to turn every corner or walk any path because of some ridiculous fear of looking foolish or awkward or completely out of place. Tonight's walk back from the ( Read more... )