It's been a bad day.

There are no answers here.

Things are so much better today than yesterday, I have no words to describe.

Leaving later on. More once I actually get some sleep, or have nothing else to do. Whichever comes first.

God, I am tired.

I seriously want to send a secret in to PostSecret.

I just can't bring myself to sit down and put it on paper.

-sigh-

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So, I've noticed that this journal is pretty much a compilation of the SHORT version of every angsty thought I've had since early February.

It's nice to be able to put it down somewhere.

I just really, really wish sometimes I had more ( Read more... )

Bridges of Madison County is so much better when you imagine the plot of the movie is Clint Eastwood pretending to be a photographer trying to seduce and Iowa housewife. "Francesca," he says to her, "we're not doing anything you can't tell your children about. For god's sake, woman. I'm Clint Eastwood... I mean... I'm a photographer."

Then Meryl ( Read more... )