dear fauvela ( Read more... )

1995 garbage + beer + by myself writing private entries = love.

i am in dire need of more beavis & butthead in my life ( Read more... )

nothin' ever came from lovin', man
oh man ain't that the truth

unfortunately.

but i suppose it's whatever in the end. you gotta find out who your real friends are sometime, right?

i wanted to make this a seperate entry from the one i just made.

( recent dreams i spoke of recently )

most people dread winters, i think i have come to dread summers. aren't people supposed to look forward to summers? isn't that when everything is grand and wonderful? granted summer of sin '06 has had some definite highlights, i can't say i can recall them to the extent i'd like and that's kind of scary to think about ( Read more... )

i am so desperately seeking a way to get my shit together ( Read more... )

while my interactions with the people who work at trader joe's was pretty fantastic, considering i went in on a whim per suggestion of nick mallia - i am almost certain that my application translated to this:

HI I'M REALLY NICE, BUT A LITTLE CRAZY. AND I CAN'T DO MATH. PLEASE HIRE ME.
i feel like it went well. but the app probably makes me sound ( Read more... )

well, then ( Read more... )

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