I've created a livejournal for my Intercoastal Journey. God, that sounded lame. But I know you'll go to www.livejournal.com/users/yehlevoyage anyway.

You are a
Social Liberal
(80% permissive)

and an...
Economic Liberal
(28% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Strong Democrat

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Winn and I were finally going to go camping, after weeks of promises and procrastination and work. But we were accomplishing that goal with my brother and all the boys I grew up with, meat and potato boys that love to anger women, especially a sister figure, with jeers about their inferiority. In typical fashion, I was sent on the grocery shopping ( Read more... )

I always come to the livejournal when I've got other shit to write. Why is it so hard for me to do the stuff I have to do? I really failed at getting shit done this weekend. Let's recap Saturday ( Read more... )

Stumbling home at 6:30 in the afternoon, Winn attacked me with slobery kisses. He tried to talk after falling off the bed several times:
"I'm a little drunk, but I'm also a little intoxicated."
He had been to the bar with friends from the lab. I'm unsure how much he imbibed over the three hours, but he's still pretty thoroughly passed out.

Time for another episode of emily talking to herself ( Read more... )

For the record, I'm very disappointed that none of my livejournal friends write anymore. How am I supposed to procrastinate?
But one who still chimes in occasionally put up a quiz and I took it.

Your Kissing Purity Score: 31% Pure
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I might have to take to gardening or something really calm.
That's the only allusion I'm making to convey the utter craziness of my current state.
I also have 300 pages to read tonight.
And a test Friday, which includes questions on a book I haven't read.
And some more reading and writing.

I need some fucking candy.

I'm in the Alligator, waiting for my time to come ( Read more... )

Just got a notice on my door from the landlord, Robert ( Read more... )