hey hey snow. they tell me i'm a classy lady
I guess I could write another really long entry about my life thus far.
I'm back on my meds because I got really fucking depressed yesterday and decided that I love my medication.
I'm a bitch and I need to calm down, super manic yesterday... no good
I found a stripper named Blu that is everything I want... in a man. if only, if only.
I'm dreaming about my future again. I'm sick of it here. I'm sick of knowing that the perfect guy for me is no where in sight right now, and that the guy I love is here... but it's a fate worse than death knowing he exists but I can't be with him. fuck. so I am moving on. head strong. I still love him but I pretty much a hop, skip, and a jump away from being over it.
but yea, I want to move. but I've put myself in a trap for the next 2.5 years. I've boxed myself in and am holding myself back.
my sister and I are in talks about going to France for a year. so I can sleep with a bunch of sexy european men... right? nah. to get away from stupid Americans. and my life.
then maybe jumping over to Hawaii and listening to Lincoln's advice... He told me that everyone should live on an island at least once in their life. And that's Lincoln my favorite massage instructor, not the dead president. I'm not that crazy.
Chocolate Fest this weekend!
and the superbowl!!
yummy yummy
save. print.
I'm back on my meds because I got really fucking depressed yesterday and decided that I love my medication.
I'm a bitch and I need to calm down, super manic yesterday... no good
I found a stripper named Blu that is everything I want... in a man. if only, if only.
I'm dreaming about my future again. I'm sick of it here. I'm sick of knowing that the perfect guy for me is no where in sight right now, and that the guy I love is here... but it's a fate worse than death knowing he exists but I can't be with him. fuck. so I am moving on. head strong. I still love him but I pretty much a hop, skip, and a jump away from being over it.
but yea, I want to move. but I've put myself in a trap for the next 2.5 years. I've boxed myself in and am holding myself back.
my sister and I are in talks about going to France for a year. so I can sleep with a bunch of sexy european men... right? nah. to get away from stupid Americans. and my life.
then maybe jumping over to Hawaii and listening to Lincoln's advice... He told me that everyone should live on an island at least once in their life. And that's Lincoln my favorite massage instructor, not the dead president. I'm not that crazy.
Chocolate Fest this weekend!
and the superbowl!!
yummy yummy
save. print.