I guess I am writing in here out of nostalgia ( Read more... )

But you really should write people back. I know its been twelve years. But hell, if I was in India or Holland, I would contact you. Its rude to go to someone's country and have them write you and not respond. Not like I own America or anything, but you never had anything to do with it before, so why now? And judging from your voice on the ( Read more... )

Christiana woke me up at 9 this morning to go walk with her at Marymoore. It was raining and beautiful. A typical Seattle morning, but more peaceful and less dismal. I felt good. Up until the damn dogs ate a christmas cd in the car and we got to spend two hours at the emergency vet watching them simultaneously vomit and deficate while we ( Read more... )

So optimism is when David looks at Goliath and says "he's so big I can't miss him ( Read more... )

So bizzare. Just now I heard something that sounded like a huge man's footsteps stomping and felt the ground move. Last time I heard that sound there was an earthquake. The last one was pretty loud, even while in the shower rinsing conditioner out of my hair ( Read more... )

*if your reading this and not me then understand that i am ranting because its therapeutic. spilling this out makes me feel better and i am treating this like a private journal, only an electronic one ( Read more... )

Anita was meeting me at Starbucks and it took my forty five minutes to get from one end of bellevue to the other. The storm knocked out traffic lights and it was stop and go for miles. I listened to the pixies on repeat and was trying to breathe. "things are going to get better" I repeat to myself "dad can't yell at you when your in Starbucks, you ( Read more... )

I haven't slept in months. My left lymph node feels swollen, I wish Casey was here to slap my hand away. Meredith and I decided that we are going to be quite the grown ups and get important jobs and move out together. I guess England would just be delaying my inevitable maturation. Then I watched Fight Club at Emily's and I don't want a job anymore ( Read more... )

The great thing about this is that I don't really know anyone who reads this. So it really is more like a journal as opposed to a bulletin board. Went to B&O for my birthday, which was gorgeous. Really interesting coffee drinks, burned my throat a little with the cointreau in it, but really good. Warmed me up. Lively conversation. Then on the way ( Read more... )

I have just been reading about the Isreali response to terroist organizations, gaza strip,etc... and I feel depressed. Then Anita accidently called me and was very cold and made it clear she had no interest in talking to me. I guess I just lost a friend, but maybe I never had one to begin with. I don't know. The Americans went and accidently ( Read more... )