i have become hopelessly addicted to desperate housewives.
i have also regressed into childhood and am afraid of the dark.
therefore, when i cannot sleep because i fear the boogeyman under my bed,
i watch desperate housewives until three/four a.m.
and it is becoming a problem.
i'm going to buy a nightlight tomorrow.

break-ups suck.  we all know it.  and this, friends, this right here, is truth.

one day i will call madrid home.
i cannot imagine it any other way.

maybe one day i'll figure it all out.
i just hope that day comes soon.

gotta love that feeling you have
when you walk away from a first date
where everything went right.
and you know it might be something special.

ain't nothing worse than seeing the object of your affection look at someone else the way you wish they would look at you.

i am really fucking tired of being lonely.

i guess sometimes that i might just not be cool enough ( Read more... )

new orleans owns my soul forever.

and i'll never think of elevators the same again.

i suck at being single.

the damn motherfucker took my last reservoir of charisma.
and my heart is still on the mend.
all i want is to feel normal again.
to feel whole. to feel like i have my life in order.

i still expect him to come home and kiss me on the forehead.
i haven't really even begun to realize we're over.
i feel like this is one of those weird ( Read more... )