my heart hurts.

te quiero...
i want you? i love you?
language can be so ambiguous.

I am going out tonight, against my better judgement.
I am working from 9:30am until 12am tomorrow.
but life is so much shorter than death, really.
and those two words are commanding my decision...
among other things.

Ugh, it didn't happen.
Why do I always wait?
I am naive and foolish sometimes.

another sunday night is in the wings ( Read more... )

How can dancing all night close to special people leave one feeling so discontent ( Read more... )

Had to delete some melodramatic shit.
I might be managing again soon, pizza.
Good: jose is gone.
Bad: i'm scared of opening the restaurant alone.
Good: money!
Good: health insurance!

A trip to Chicago is in the works, maybe.
If money says hi.
I want to see the BFA show I should be in.

You have made yourself invisible, stealth mode ( Read more... )

...and then you lied about it, badly. How rediculous.
I would have gladly accepted the truth.
Your only redeeming quality is your sweet fat cat.
I'm so over this.

I'm not sure what to think about this anymore.
At most it's convenient;
At least, more than a bit weird.
Enough of trying to read you.
This time it's me not calling.

Early and in my car with hot coffee,
seeing the sunlight in a new way reminded me
very fondly of a far away place, and someone.
(as usual)
So my palette is clean, and I'm ready to go,
paintbrush in hand and a head full of the last few days.

Work in an hour or two, noontime pizza faces.