January 2010
19 posts
plan b.
it is january 31st & I have a sunburn. well technically a tanning bed burn. I know I brought this upon myself but still. ouchh.
in other news, I have been reminded once again why I usually shy away from going out. I somehow always manage to get myself into some form of undesirable situation, effectively overshadowing the positive parts of the night. maybe its me. maybe its alcohol. or maybe...
young hearts be free tonight, time is on your...
productivity makes my world go ‘round. it has been such a good week. despite the desperate need to up my literary game, the financial blow that came in the form of thick, unreturnable textbooks and the ongoing debate about whether or not my decision to declare english as my major was just a side effect of my previously unknown masochism, I have nothing but good feelings about this new...
nightlight.
its the first time in weeks that I have spent a night alone in my house. I’m gonna be honest, its a little unsettling. ergo the unnecessary number of lights I have left on. I’m easily spooked these days. so my strategy has been to keep myself going until there is no energy for thought by the time my head hits the pillow. upside: actually sleeping. downside: unhealthy sleep schedule....
pounding on pavement.
I don’t remember the last time it stormed like this. I have been hiding from mother nature’s tantrum for dayys. I’m okay with the fact that a majority of my time is spent doing nothing, I’m technically still on vacation right? luckily I have managed to sneak in a few projects & excursions while the weather isn’t looking. so I don’t feel completely useless.
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its been good, its been bad, its been noteworthy.
I’m sorry, at what point in the past 5 days did I get hit by a truck?
so much has happened in since I got home on friday that my head is still spinning & I am still in the process of recovering both physically and mentally. in fact, I may still be drunk.
metaphorically speaking the events of my extended weekend have been like crack, amazing in the moment but as soon as the fun wore...
flip.
I angrily started my day. I’m happily ending it.
with the next 24 hours comes 400+ miles. its kind of bittersweet.
anger causes bad breath.
today has officially become a waste of mascara. last day here and I’m spending it pissed off. cool, thanks.
thanks boys.
I have come to view the participants in former significant relationships as stepping stones towards who I want to be with. every scenario has shown me exactly what I don’t want, effectively illustrating what I do want. K: as cliche as it is, I get bored with genuinely nice guys. I am not into old fashioned courtship. the establishment of friendship becoming so prioritized that it stifles the...
I have a lot invested in this relationship.
my initial excitement about the late night run of sex in the city is instantly deflated by my immediate recognition of the impending doom of carrie & big’s relationship (round 1). now I’m debating whether to bail before mr. big does or pull a carrie & stick it out. the latter does include aiden.
oh god this has turned into an “am I a big or am I a carrie?”...
ruins.
I think I’m a bad person. my presence here has been nothing but toxic. so I think I’m going to get out before the pieces my damage has created can’t be cleared away. I’m sorry. so so incredibly sorry.
I wish I knew why I constantly hurt the people that love me. I wish I knew why I break down the relationships that matter most.
I love you more than anyone, but I have a...
trouble.
I acknowledge the fact that your girlfriend would not like the idea of you drunk dialing me tonight. I also acknowledge that you making me promise we’ll hang out soon (for the second time this week) probably wouldn’t top her list of favorite things. you shouldn’t be texting me about my “beautiful” qualities. because honestly, I don’t have the self control to not...
friendly little reminder.
hello myspace survey circa 2008.
Are you single, why? I have so many men, I can’t keep track.
Have you ever kissed anyone who’s name started with a, A B or C? again: I have so many men, I can’t keep track.
How many belts do you own? 4. wait, do seatbelts count?
Are you trying to avoid something by filling surveys out? yes, actually. I got into a bit of a tiff with a mobster...
formspring, sprang, sprungg.
What would your dream job look like? excessive writing, traveling, & people watchingg.
so your picture inspired me last night to drukenly post kitttiesss. obsession yes. KITTENS MAKE MY WORLD GO ROUND. miss youu babygiirl!
Yee yeeeeeeeeeee riri has a formspring! Let the anonymous come-ons and inappropriate comments ensue. :) Love you. at this point I am going to have to start coming on to...
coping mechanism.
I am so sick of your bullshit. your negative energy is suffocating. your inability to see past your own way is disgusting. I wish you could put yourself in anyone else’s perspective. I wish you could hear yourself. I wish you could see the image you clearly convey. you are not always right. you do not have your priorities straight. you are controlling & abrasive. yet passive aggression...