I am drunk. and I want to get laid. Awesome.

It's not over. Not yet. I am still waiting and only because I believe. and I want this. If I didn't it would have all been over by now. It wouldn't even cross my mind.

I slept from ten until 11:30a.m. today. That is it. And now I'm sick to my stomach, eating one cheddar goldfish at a time. I feel like puking.

I want whatever is suppose to happen to happen. Good. bad. right? wrong? whatever. I hate not knowing.
I always read the last sentence to the ending of every book I read.

The black olive and mushroom pizza I ordered is warm. Nearly cold. I bet the delivery guy took a pit stop inside his girlfriend's pants. And I'm home alone on a Friday night.

Love life. Non existent. I'm so sick of waiting.waiting.waiting.waiting. For the right guy and the wrong situation. Timing is always off. Men complain about all the wrong women out there and when they come upon a pretty "good" "nice" woman they're too busy wasting time with everything else ( Read more... )

I have this knot in my throat. Seriously. It won't go away.

College is a balaning act. Why did I take three classes online? I'll figure it out sooner or later.

and the internet that I am stealing, it's SO slow.

My T.V. is on. Something is wrong. I don't watch T.V. ever ( Read more... )

There are some things I wish I never said to you. Like, "I've penciled you in my planner for this Sunday, so keep it open. I clearly meant it as a joke. Not for you to mimic, as you do with everything I say ( Read more... )

Started the New Year in Times Square [New Years Eve, My birthday]
My best friend got hundreds of strangers to sing Happy Birthday to me. It was nice. Really nice.

Everything for myself this year.

21 May 2007. Come faster, please. In the morning I want to lounge on my balcony and a read brilliant novel as I sip Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee. Black. And then I want to be able to curl up under my comforter and write. And when I need a break, I’ll paint and sip on vodka. Or maybe Gin. And when I need a break from that I’ll photograph strangers ( Read more... )

In seventeen days I will be on my way to new York City. When I arrive, Ted and Stewart will be waiting for me. I’m so excited to finally see the city…and even more excited to see Ted. It’s been two years. Sunday will make two months we’ve been talking. Bdapygfbuahwua! December 30th, come faster ( Read more... )