I suppose the difference between me and most people I meet is that actually crappy things have happened to me. And so when more crappy things happen to me, I don't hide from them. I may drive off in my car and cuss at God. Or be a little turd to my parents. Or quit speaking to everyone and read books in my room. Or fill up my time as much as ( Read more... )

i love melissa

Saturday ( Read more... )

Both of my suite-mates and my roommate have left town for the weekend. Robert and I are going to the Stone Cup. It's a coffee shop in down town Chatt. I've never been, so he's taking me. I'm pretty excited ( Read more... )

"Out here in the country ( Read more... )

I find the list of "things that can be remedied by throwing cake" to be a long and growing one.

I'm also waiting for my libido to slow down. College is silly. I'm pretty silly too.

I miss not having to explain myself so often. I miss being able to relax when I talk to someone.

I am sitting in the student union next to yet another person I do not know ( Read more... )

Why I don't like other females: ensnaring the unsuspecting male and ruining him like a crocodile drags a drinking baby gazelle into a lake via its neck.


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This makes me hurt ( Read more... )

So, I thought you should know this.

Instead of saying "The Road Less Traveled," which is the correct name for Robert Frost's famous poem, my dad calls it "The Road Not Taken."

Freudian slip directed toward his irresponsible daughter? Hah. Maybe so. Maybe so.