One year ago today, I made what has easily been one of the best decisions of my life, to date. Last July 4th, Boyfriend and I began dating. In the past year, I have gained a comforter, a supporter, an inspiration, and a best friend. I would not be the person that I am without him, nor would I be half as successful as a student. He excepts me ( Read more... )

Any thoughts or insights would be most appreciated

What do you say to someone who used to be your greatest hero, who fell to levels of greatest pity, and who is now perhaps just a man?

( I had a dream last night, and he was there. )

Even though the WGA strike is over, I'm going to try to continue with my trend of posting something here every day (or, you know, every other day, since I ended up going out before I finished typing this up, and it's now tomorrow). I make no promises, but I'll make an effort ( Read more... )

One of my cousins just returned from a mission trip of several months, first training in South America (although I can't remember exactly where) and then in Calcutta, India ( Read more... )

This post has been years in the making, literally. I never seem to be able to stick with it for long before the subject matter gets to me and I have to do something else. Some of you know parts of the story, but I think this is the first time I've actually laid it all out in one piece.

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I've kept silent for a while. I didn't want to leave anyone feeling guilty. I still don't. But ultimately, this is my journal. This is my life. But honesty wins out in the end ( Read more... )

Last night was interesting. I got together with Pefh; we rented movies and he made dinner ( Read more... )

A friend of mine was talking the other day about how people have influenced our lives, and wondering where we'd have been without them ( Read more... )

Have you ever had one of those nights where, if it had been a bit worse, that actually would have been better, because at least then you would have been able to get a decent bitch out of it, afterwards?

Right.

( the date )

I am now much less freaked out, and a whole lot more blah. Because, really, there's nothing that starts off a first date better than having your date tell you he'll pick you up between 6 and 6:15, and then calling at 6:20 to say that he's headed out the door and on his way.

Not exactly the stellar impression one might be going for, there.