well well well. i kind of flaked a little on work today.
i went for a whole two hours. and then faked sick. and then came home and napped.
sleep is precious, and i've been missing it.
tomorrow is a whole different story... one job, and a half a day to do something fun.
hopefully.
i'm not really in a bad mood anymore, and i'm not really too worried ( Read more... )

the possibility for a restful night's sleep went out the window hours and weeks and months and screams ago. insomnia in full effect.
everything has been crumbling and falling apart lately... nothing is forever. and nothing lately makes me the slightest bit content. there are too many wrongs to ever make a right, and i'm not sure if i'm even ( Read more... )

drunk and ridiculous.
party on the westside...
and everyone going to the bar without me because I'M NOT TWENTY ONE.
and one of my best friends leaving tomorrow morning for three and a half months for the down under... fuck that.

i want to travel. i want to see everything. i want to experience it all.
instead i'm working like insane and drinking beers ( Read more... )

midnight bike rides to the park... drinking sparks at said park in the dark, overlooking the sound.
talks with two great friends about being afraid of the dark, work, and boners. this is what dream nights are made of.
...that and peeing in the bushes, being afraid of hobos, and amber falling off of her bike in the dark.
oh. and all trading bikes... ( Read more... )

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so whatever. worky worky. and then a break, and then work job number two. and then my shift ended...
and i go to leave.
and one of the drivers got the manager to come outside with her as i was going to change out of my work clothes because she said there was a cat trapped under her car...
so i go change.
and i go outside.
and i stay and help for ( Read more... )

what? my throat's killing me. and i'm broke for a week. i have no idea where the cash money went.

midnight conversations are stupid. i fell asleep on the kitchen floor.
i want to meet alexander graham bell, and slit his throat for inventing the telephone.
i'm feeling overly lazy, and overly numb. there's nothing going on in this brain of mine... ( Read more... )

i woke up late, walked to work. i worked at job one, helped my sister move, and then worked at job two. i went to the store, and purchased some choice food items. i came home and devoured all of it. busy and uneventful and, somehow, disappointing.
my room mate/best friend is moving out for a couple months, so she'll be gone for the summer. my ( Read more... )

wither away, comfort. i don't need you.

the sun has been my savior lately.... stretching out and being a laze-about in the grass yesterday is most likely the best thing i've done in months.
i really need to get out of the house today. enjoy the grey before the sun comes back... i still enjoy me some grey days.

what thoughts and solutions and words ( Read more... )

what the fuck. the computer has so many viruses... and they are trying to steal my aol information. this makes me even MORE excited about the fact that there is america online in use in my house. fucking internet.
besides that, going vegan: best choice i've ever made. ridiculously delicious foods, massive amounts of cooking, and a happy belly. ( Read more... )