"you blackberry wielding, trip-hop trancing, two faced critical masshole!!!"

Sometimes I think I may just have multiple personalities. Hrmph.

The tingle has returned.

Is it sexually suggestive for a couple to go as Peter&a Pumpkin?

I can survive. And I can endure. And I don't even think about her. Most of the time.

I sat beside a man on the bus today that smelled like you did four years ago. When we sat in the park until I couldn't feel my toes.
And then Bob Dylan came on my iPod. And I started silently crying on public transportation.

When do I get my life back?

Hey don't look at me that way, like I'm the one whose not the same.

Quotes I want to remember forever, entry one.
"And I love you"
and when questioned why,
"because you usually smell good, you take care of me when needed, youre smart, hot, gorgeous etc. my fam loves you and my mom actually the other day said that you and me should date again and i was ok waht the heck"
but here's the best part...
"and you could be redneck if you had to be."
Best frayands!


Thank you, Facebook, for showing me that all of my previous best friends grew up to be sorority girls.

I want to boycott herbal essence for telling me that 2 in 5 women will marry their first loves. Things like this still make me sad. For no real reason.

Did I really just tell you that you were needy?

AM I COMPLETELY CRACKING UP AGAIN?

Coors Light Life.

Saturday I worked 8 hours, came home from work, made porkchops for everyone...
then I took a 45 minute shower.
Except I have the handicap accessible shower. So I got to sit on the handicapped bench and drink beer for the entirety of my shower.
and it ruled.

I may become an alcoholic.
These are the beauties in life you become acquainted with in college.

I want to be vegetarian again.

I don't want to complain anymore. I don't I don't I don't. I am going to suck it up and know it will all be over in two months.
Hopefully...
[I just wish I had at least a little control and didn't get this overwhelming feeling like I'm being smothered sometimes.]

I am not going to class again today.
I don't want to.
Really, there is nothing wrong with the class, other than the fact it's so easy it's a joke.
We have a professor with a very apologetic tone and we sit in a circle and talk about great works of race.
And I haven't been able to force myself to go in two weeks.
I do the reading, and then when it comes time to walk to class, I cannot bring myself to do it.

So, maybe I'm not as "better" as I'd like to believe.

&This is why I am withdrawing from the university's spring semester tomorrow at 8am.

I'm not skipping class because I'm such a party animal. Or because I have anything better to do. I'm skipping class because apparently I am just as depressed as I have been for the past five years, except I've lost any and all desire to fake it anymore. I've faked school for too long and I really just cannot do it anymore.
I am perfectly happy until I set foot onto a campus. Has anyone else noticed this?

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.

So I could talk about how I am upset that my friends stood me up for dinner last night, after infinite "We'll be there in fifteen minutes" calls, which basically and directly resulted in me not getting to see a concert I really wanted to go to.
But I got on my computer this morning and saw this picture that I didn't know had been taken
and somehow I just realize I don't have anything to complain about.

My weekend was great. Really, really, great.

I enjoy getting on the wrong highway and driving 45 minutes in the wrong direction with you, because we are too busy talking to realize neither of us know where we are. And you don't get mad at me when I tell you the wrong exit... four times... and we pass it then have to turn around... three times.
I also enjoy taking you to the asian market because you call entire aisles of things "crunchies" and kiss me on the cheek in front of unsuspecting asian strangers who can read the things that we cannot.
And I am glad that the rain ruined every plan we made and that we had to instead go out to dinner where I ordered only banana pudding and drank water through a bendy straw. I am happy we had to resort to grocery shopping and dinner making and cuddling instead of partying and getting schwasted.