I am in a constant struggle with myself. Always at war. Always fighting. This internal contest begins with a fight between good and evil, but eventually mutates into something more philosophical: "What is good", and "What is evil". What is the right thing to do? And who determines what that thing is? Me? Society ( Read more... )

With all that is happening in my life currently, I've decided that it's completely necessary for me to keep myself busy. Hence, P90X. I've never dieted in my life but here I am. I'm hoping that I'll be able to stick with it. Exercise has never been my friend. We constantly fight with each other but to avail. So I'm also hoping that by blogging ( Read more... )

Following a bad review at work, I've been considering my life and becoming ever so depressed. My manager feels as though I come to work and only go through the motions. As though I don't want to be there in the first place. He thinks I'm not proactive enough. Like I walk into work and stand around aimlessly until someone tells me what to do which ( Read more... )

I'm now gainfully employed at Costco. Unfortunately in the (fast) food department.

I am completely in love with my love boyfriend and hope to move out with him someday.

Hopefully, I will be employed soon. I think something is in the works at present. I need a little more time my friends ( Read more... )

Spent the weekend in San Diego with my boyfriend. Had a great time. Hung out in the Gas Lamp District, ate, and drank. Tijuana and Rosarito Beach on Saturday (always carry your birth certificate kids!). Balboa Park and La Jolla Sunday. Finally cocktails and sex to top it off Sunday night ( Read more... )

Still yet to find employment. Tired of being broke, but too proud to work at McDonald's or retail again. Hand cramps from filling out applications. I can't stand to write my name or address anymore ( Read more... )

He said the "L" word last Sunday night. The whole time that we've been together I figured I would be the first to say it if it ever came up. But I was wrong. He said it first.
I told him I loved him. I do love him.


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Are my boyfriend and I slipping apart? Have we run out of things to say to each other? Have we hit a slump or are we just in a rut? Is loving him enough?

It's time. I cannot go on like I have been anymore. I have to tell him. He has to know. I care about him too much but I can't blindly protect him. This may be the end of it all.