for my birthday, i would like an ant farm and a wind chime (all metal, no wood, for purposes of feng shui).

i don't know exactly what i wish to say about my time here in england, only that i want to say it now because i won't have time to later and i'm awake in the apartment while the others sleep ( Read more... )

what the fuck.

once in a class this semester, i said something dumb because i wanted the other smart girl to stop giving me those nasty jealous looks. i remember her smirking and my wishing she'd like me.

i was never like this in jr. high school you know.

"Take the first sentences from the first post of each month of 2005.
That's your year in review."

well, my year in decline isn't at all obvious.January: I am so fucked up ( Read more... )

Rob Levin's Journal Title: I'm Still Depressedyeah, um, here, here ( Read more... )

Another day and I've accomplished:

NOTHING.

I need not days like this.

Cut yourself some slack, you're sick.

i forgot to tell you about how the other day when i was walking to my car a truck drove by real fast through a puddle which splashed me and i got pissed and flipped him off and when i was getting into my truck i looked up to see the other truck driver block my outward passage and come to my window to say he was sorry and offer to pay for my coat's ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel that when really wonderful things happen to me in some parts of my life, that there are other parts of my life that suffer to keep me balanced. Maybe it's just a matter of perception, but all I know right now is that a while ago something really fucking amazing happened to me and still is happening; it just seems like everything ( Read more... )

I am wearing this skirt in this picture I'm looking at (not really, I'm just imagining it in my head). Over the summer I sold it for $4. I didn't want to sell it; I had to sell it. I walked out of that consignment shop with the only $4 I had to my name.