seriously. as in, dead stop. kinda hurts, really. maybe cuz some of them addressed to me specifically, and those are the ones that make my heart stop and my breath catch in my lungs..... love hurts ( Read more... )

do you know what happens when you start paying attention to a previously neglected room? one that was mildly falling apart, but not really bad enough to worry about ( Read more... )

well, here we are, second day of the year, and there is another broken pane on the window upstairs. on the upper part of the same damn window. again, thank the gods for double pane windows ( Read more... )

i am slightly toasted. the sad part is that its the first time in my life. thank the gods it was at ash's and not with frankie. that would have been bad. oh, and sorry to mikey, cuz i was just a touch rude and way too giggly on the phone with him. (peach schnopps + me = funny as hell according to ash ( Read more... )

forget it. we've patched, yet again. and we are friends with the possiblity of something more if we feel like it, which means when he's grown a spine and maybe a pair of balls.

still mad about it.

frank sez, and i quote, "dude i'm sry. dude i love you, but i can't love you." what horseshit is that ( Read more... )

so i had a fight with frank, christmas eve into christmas, and it end s with him saying that we should forget he ever said he loves me. (yeah, he said he was in love with me, but then said he couldn't start a relationship yet, but if it was meant to be it would be...) so i'm like, whatever, having a bad week dealing with the state anyways, so its ( Read more... )

so, can anyone tell me why if one person in a store is allowed to say anything she wants, whenever she wants, why the hell is she allowed to be downright hostile when someone tells her off? because i have a coworker like that.she can say stuff like "i'm not afraid to turn both y'all over my knee if you start shit." in the middle of a rush, at the ( Read more... )

so, i had a fight with frank ( Read more... )

i have just been murdered with shame. those texts i sent, thinking it was frank, were read out loud by a very drunk billy idol, in a room full of drunken rockers. including the man they were meant for. i just thank all the gods that it wasn't one of our... ahem, more interesting conversations. he sent a end of year confession text, and i answered. ( Read more... )