today is icky ( Read more... )

if livejournal were my child, why, I would certainly be accused of neglect!

what a great weekend it has been!
hanging with brent. getting the house rearranged. whatever, whatnot.
all of that good stuff. and more.

although, I feel like I've somewhat slipped into carelessness, lately.

with everything. I'm probably my own biggest disappointment.
school, ( Read more... )

Is the last person you kissed mad at you?
probably.

Do you currently have a hickey?
no.

Who was the last person you talked to on the telephone?
my mom.

What was the last thing someone said to you?
"well, I hope you have a better day tomorrow."

What is the best eye color on a member of the opposite sex?
it depends on the person. but. brown is pretty ( Read more... )

so. life is good.
summer is sweet, thusfar.
except for the whole I fit into this pair of pants that I haven't fit into in like two years.
which really pisses me off.
I mean, it's nice to have more than two pairs of pants that fit, now.
but. I think I liked it better when they didn't fit. and I could just look at them hanging in my closet and be like " ( Read more... )

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shit. yeh.
technology.

I've got great boobs. mad style.
and some outrageous moves that'd make a stripper jealous.

now that's what I call self-help.
and that's probably the first remotely "good" thing I've had to say about myself in quite sometime.
but I'll live up to that.

think I'll take a vitamin and go grocery shopping.
that's that.
 

I miss home.
I miss my room.
my cat.
my oak tree.
the dogs barking whenever someone would come to the door.
laying in the driveway at two in the morning.
knowing just where to leave my toothpaste.
throwing potatoes at the mailbox.
playing tennis against the garage door.
biking through the woods.
showers down to five minutes flat.
the sound of the neighbor ( Read more... )

I'm worried when I give too little. 
worried when I feel I might be giving too much.
and I'm worried that I just don't want to worry, anymore.

I am so entirely angry
with nobody but myself.

and it's horrible.

I hate to be the one that requires more attention than I can give.
the one who gets the talking to, instead of the giving the talk.

lately I feel like I'm holding back this huge part of who I am.
I hate that. 
that isn't me, at all.

I feel like a lot like I have to be the initiator in every ( Read more... )

I wish I had someone to aid in the sleeping process, tonight.
yeh. that'd be great. it is cold in here.

I don't want to wake up early.
but I sure hope I feel somewhat normal.
whatever normal be, for me.
eh.