Everytime I sit down to type a journal everything I've wanted to say suddenly dissappears. Maybe it's because I'm at American Web, the least creative place ever or perhaps it's that I only feel like writting at night. Who knows, but I hate simply writting what I did. What I'm excited for. What I want to change. It seems so fruitless. A while back, ( Read more... )

Every few weeks I get little brochures from Contiki with great promotion deals for traveling abroad. Usually I don't read them, I get too jealous, too excited, too whimsical, too something full of emotion and it's better if I don't pretend I could save up money and go again any time soon. Something that seems so minute stirs every fiber of my being ( Read more... )

Is it suspcious that I've felt bad for this entire week?
Or that I feel like I'm going to be sick?

Yes.
And I know exactly for why, though not in its entirety.

i never wont think they dont apply.

i almost burnt down my house yesterday, which is why this is so weird.

March 20, 2006
This is the time to get things shipshape in your personal house of love. Are there tasks you've been needing to tackle? Don't push them under the rug any longer. It's time to make some real progress.

so simple. so single.

I think that love is everywhere ( Read more... )