shaved my head. been single 6 months. settling into being alone and satisfied. wonderful day driving around in the not yet killer texas warmth.

so this boy befuddles me in a weird way and causes confusion.

yes i am single again. yes i am moving to dallas again.
yesyesyes.

confusion.


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was not a bust. but there was drama. and i punched two girls in the faces. and i got kisses from my cara bear.
and scrabble.
lots of rum.
and dead phones.
and one dumb bitch.

= epic.

(pictures soon.)

Why are we sad? I have no reason to bed sad, except maybe somewhere deep down it feels good to be down and low. Let's write a lesbian romance where the end twists and dives and the characters space themselves from everything good and love filled and joyous. Over a steak dinner, lovers will begin to ponder themselves and doubt and defy what God has ( Read more... )

shifting through old boxes i spy:
-fake and real hair
-couples glasses
-single shoes/
-While you Were Sleeping magazines
-my graduation certificate
-a condom
-times i would like to forget

SO i GOT THE HOUSE. and happiness is heard all over the country.
its a 2 bedroom (three bedroom if you count the backhouse, my new art house). yard, cactus, everything.
fucking epic.
only $400 a month. skeet skeet.

So I am up to the college tomorrow to see if I can get 25,000 in student loans. Will i get laughed and spit upon? No one knows. But we shall.

i am getting closer and closer to a house and starting beauty college. getting excited, getting stressed.

a kid at work bit me. i think i have rabies. no really, but that kid was cracked out, he kept dive bombing off his bed in the floor/wall/ME.

last night.

things are going good for me. I have three jobs, I start college at the end of August, my car is working, and i have my sweet lady.

We've decided to resort to the 8 Ball to give us answers about our life together.

We will:
Cheat: yes. (didnt like this answer)