I'm blonde, I wear pink stilettos more often than sneakers, I work a normal job waiting tables, I clean my house-sized apartment twice a week, I rarely go to shows, I devoted my beer money to an expensive gym membership, sometimes I have a tan, and I've been dating a man with a two year old daughter for seven months- since he got home from Iraq. I ( Read more... )

Who in the fuck ever liked the drivel I posted on OpenFic?

Good thing I've moved onto better writings... I'm aiming to get published, now. I lost myself for a long time, but its all coming back now... Sans obnoxious over rebellion.

Maybe I should write in here more often.

Fewer creeps than Myspace or Stickam.

the only really interesting part of my last myspace entry......

you better crawl on your knees, the next time you say that you ____ me... fall on your knees, because this time, I won't be so kind... Nothing will ever be more interesting than exploring your own experience, psyche, influence, and reactions. Each individual person is their own ( Read more... )

Myspace is being a big, angry, unresponsive muff. (Think of scary chick from Waiting ( Read more... )

dragged back from the pits of myspace by my sister.

( sweet, sweet fluff )

Raseri, mon cherie.

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I finally have time to post a real journal entry.... and I'm not really sure what to say. I don't want to bitch... in the interest of suppressing drama... I have nothing to gloat on... No boyfriend to mush about... So many funny little stories from work, welded together in some glittering mass of alcohol, crazy bums, crazy old women, and the weird ( Read more... )

I don't have a whole lot to say right now ( Read more... )

I'd rather have holes in my eyes ( Read more... )