--my couch, tyler ( Read more... )

--my couch, tyler--

i'm spending a gorgeous sunday afternoon with staci at my apartment, getting ready to head to dallas. the weather is amazing - there's a coolish breeze and scattered clouds - it's a perfect precursor to fall. the weather though is so deceiving to what's actually going on in tyler. with thousands of evacuees in shelters all over ( Read more... )

--my bed, tyler--

it's late on a friday night (late for tyler) and i'm cursing this town's stupid last call at midnight. anywhere else, i'd be out. off at 11 and in the bar before 11:30, minus the black shawl i have to use to conservat-ize my otherwise inappropriate blue camisole.

i just back from kristi's where i trekked after work to watch a ( Read more... )

--my bed, tyler--

i am not tired. i thought i was tired hours ago, but after two long phone conversations with courtney and wilton i'm wide-eyed, awake and contemplating cleaning my house. and listening to back that ass up by juvenile and thinking about emotions dances. and when we used to act like too-krunk, ghetto white girls ( Read more... )

--my couch, tyler--

i'm at home (ew... calling tyler home) and recuperating from a long weekend with kristi. god, we had so much fun and i'm so glad kristi talked me into going.

let's recap.

i switched shifts with lindsay so i had saturday night free. and after NINE HOURS at the office (for a grand total of nearly 5 hours of overtime this week ( Read more... )

-i am 22 years old, not 16 ( Read more... )

--my couch, tyler--

why do i get so ridiculously embarassed when people read my LJ? i mean it's a freakin' online journal. i'm posting entries about my life for the world to see. and yet, i feel... awkward... about it.

that bothers me. it's like, maybe, i'm not being honest enough with myself. because i most certainly am not being too honest. ( Read more... )

--my couch, tyler--

it's been a crazy 12 hours. right before 3 a.m., i was on the phone with wilton, unable to sleep and arguing with him about the constructs of race in the context of the 21st century south. and all of a sudden, he stops talking. i was like, hello? what's going on? and he says, i think there's a domestic disturbance outside. no ( Read more... )

--my couch, tyler--

ok, yeah... i still officially hold the title for the most pale person in tyler. i spent the majority of the day at the pool with shonda, sandwiched between three bronzing beauties. and there's me- nose buried in HP (cover off, so my dorkiness isn't completely exposed to a potentially hot pool guy) and slathering sunscreen over ( Read more... )

--my bed, tyler--

i just got into bed, and i'm so warm and sleepy. i've been keeping my house at 85 degrees during the day to save on energy so when i get home, it's like a toaster in here.

today was so busy. i got to work late (again!) and spent the entire day writing stories. the government reporter roy had me help him with special session ( Read more... )