I have very little to no desire in going home anymore.

High School reunion was weird. It literally was (as someone said it would be) a circle of people surrounding me and asking stupid questions. I somehow ended up on a 'party bus' and woke up on someone that I never spoke to's couch in the morning. And several people kept petting me on the head and elsewhere. . . ?! What the hell was up with that? ( Read more... )

I'm going home for Thanksgiving. Mostly, because there's the Lahser High School 5 year reunion and I'm really tempted to stand in a corner in a little darling dress, drinking cheap vodka tonics in order to glare menacingly at people I never ever talked to for the entire night. Or if I knock back a few there's always the chance that I may accidently ( Read more... )

Why Did I Get Fugspray ( Read more... )

Lying in bed. Sick. Dying. All of the above. I'm worn out. I had a whole series of nightmares that involved seeing someone everywhere and I kept having all of these personal insecurities arise over myself. I have no idea what it was about or what it meant. . . . but it was haunting. Speaking of haunting, I think our floor above ours is haunted. The ( Read more... )

Ehhhhhhhhh. Groan.

I have reached a climax in sadness and depression. I was told everything and the entire situation. I feel a fool. I always let the same things happen to me in my life. And I wish I could just disappear. . . . . because it's not really worth it anymore ( Read more... )

I'm in the strangest and most wretched mood as of late. However, I've been having really weird ass dreams. Two nights ago I dreamt that Erin tried to hook me up with a blind date that she found for me. I have no idea from where. He could have been a co-worker, a stranger at a bar, or a stranger on the street. But anyway, he shows up at my parent's ( Read more... )

I've thought about everything much too long and over and over all day long for the past few weeks since I'm now apparently a jeweler and have time to think of annoying and upsetting subjects ( Read more... )

I'm happy. . . . right now, anyway. Ingrid loves red wine and 'Arrested Development', which reminds me of my dysfunctional family. Especially the familiarity between Tibius and my Uncle Richard. Huh. I should stop assuming things and doubting people. Especially good people. Anyway, I really love telling people at the bar now that I'm a jeweler and ( Read more... )