So I used one of my vacation days today, and it's so nice to not have to work on a Monday for a change. It's like I have authorized hookey or some bull crap like that. I went up to Black & Brew and hung out for a little bit. Jesaca Goddard works there so I got to chat with her for a little bit. Then I was all bohemian and had ice coffee while I ( Read more... )

I have to pee!

I move into my first apartment by myself on Saturday. I've got everything I need, and I'm super excited. I'm also super... uh... not excited as well. I'll be alone all the time. I hate being alone. Sometimes it's nice, just time to clear your thoughts and relax, but not all the time. I wish I had someone to share my time and life with. ( Read more... )

I wish I had never had to let him go ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a beautiful prince. This was no ordinary prince, for he wasn't just beautiul on the outside, he was beautiful within as well. This prince was by no means spoiled or lazy. In fact, it was so that the prince was a very hard worker. He never wanted to be seen as just another royal snob, but as ( Read more... )

I'm on a hunger strike. I will not eat until I meet a nice yet attractive man that will pursue me. It might be a while.

I hate when that one boy comes along that totally makes me hate being single and causes me to be full of self doubt.

I hate being home on a Friday night.

Most of all, I hate you. Well, not really.

Is love make believe? True love? The kind of love that you would die for? The kind of love that is shared at the same epic level of both people? I'm starting to believe that true love is as make believe as Santa Clause, only more devastating to come to grips with.

Sweet sadness saturates me.
In a sense, I feel safe in this pool of circumstances.
Looking around, time appears to move so slow.
It's those peaceful moments that we live for.
A place of rest from the angst, worry and troubles that the world would set on our shoulders to carry.
How graceful this succulant discontent feeling is.

Omgosh, livejournal! You're still alive? I haven't seen or heard you in so long? I bet you've pretty much just been left in the dust by myspace. It's okay, I still remember the days when EVERYONE wanted a livejournal, and you had to know someone to get one. It'll be okay. I'll still stop by every once in a while at the Internet retirement ( Read more... )