Well. I'm going to get new glasses. Something to spur a little life or motivation in me. Maybe I can be like Paolo "Fucking Awful" Nutini, that wrote that song about having new shoes. And then I'll start going to the gym, and lose all this disgusting weight, and feel better, and achieve all those wonderful little dreams I've been harboring for ( Read more... )

"Here is the church ( Read more... )

The previous entry can be wrapped up in this: In the time I've spent at home, it occurred to me while writing a Christmas card just how hard it is for me to express that I care about someone, no matter what the circumstance. And I'm worried that I'll never meet a man that has the kind of patience I need so I don't get scared and find some way to ( Read more... )

Revision ( Read more... )

Oh dear me. I always go through a phase...actually I think it has to do with hormone shifts...where I can't stand on my own two feet and want a big ol' pair of arms to hold the swooning me. That time's starting to pass again though, which is good because I was starting to get sick of me. Obviously, if I think I need someone that badly at any point ( Read more... )

As indicated by my facebook status, I had a mouse encounter. After my roommate left, I walked into the kitchen and noticed that there was a tiny mouse struggling to stand in her doorway. It kept trying and trying, but its right hind leg was damaged. Of course I started cooing at it and telling it how cute it was because it was barely bigger than a ( Read more... )

I found all these really great pictures on-line that I wanted to use as a photo diary of things that are on my mind. But, I don't pay for this, so I can't attach these things, just put in links; completely defeating the purpose. Writing things so that the reader's emotions are evoked, not provoked is so difficult. But pictures leave a lot for ( Read more... )

Most of the mopery can be attribute to the fact that I haven't slept in a week. But, after dragging my ass out to my friend's place for the American Gladiator Style Pillow Fight (taagline, I'm going to fluff you up bitch!), and getting walloped with pillows and slightly inebriated with gin, I feel much better. Now I just have to deal with the party ( Read more... )

I've been blue lately. Don't know why, but I think it's just that I want someone with me to be my partner in crime. The crime being, living, and not a crime at all. I guess I can always adopt a puppy. But, well, puppies can't wrap their arms around me, or talk to me about the ills and cures of society, or philosophy or whatever, or discuss music, ( Read more... )

The upside of Butterfingers is that they taste good. The downside is the way it compacts into your teeth and starts to chemically bond, and you have to dig it out.

Had a bit of spillover yesterday, but the situation has been contained.