only two of my stove burners work
An aquaintance of mine - Kristen - she was good friends with Brian before we were dating. She has always been friendly, and I always felt slightly guilty because I was never interested in making new friends. Her life changed dramatically when she became pregnant. After she had her baby, she reached out several times to maintain friendships. I'm not shy enough to say I always followed up on her requests - I didn't. I met Sarah, her baby, once. She was beautiful and all smiles. And she's passed away now. My heart reaches out to Kristen like it had never done before. I can't even begin to relate to her experience. She changed everything about her life when she kept that baby, and now it's taken away from her. And that's not fair.
Nothing in life is fair.
I started to write poetry again. I always feel like such a terrible writer when I'm composing poems. But it's nice to try again. Speaking of writing, I've got to get on that shit.
I'm gonna be in The Vagina Monologues. I was going to audition for this show in Wallingford, but I don't think my TPS website worked when I sent the email. So they never recieved my request for an audition. That's okay. I think I want to go to the beach again this year. It'll be nice to have a free schedule. But I have to do some more theatre soon or my whole being will fall apart.
I'm so excited for this weekend. Shit - I need to pack! We're going to Portland for a nice dinner and then staying in a bomb hotel room. It'll be really posh considering we haven't been able to afford groceries for a month. I'm super stoked. I'm gonna wear my sexy brown boots that will leave a nice taste in my mouth because I recently had a vivid dream that they were stolen.
I've turned in two of my friend's resumes to Holland America. And now they decide to slow down on the hiring... Ugh. I did push all of my friends to email me their resumes stat.
Hey, JimBob... wanna go in on a house together? If we can find something with a little yard for my puppies I will be so much happier! I hate confining my poor little dogs to an apartment balcony.
You know how I bought a live christmas tree? I'm killing it. I don't think it's going to last through to next year. My green thumb has slowly dissapeared these last few months. All of my plants are dying. I don't have the heart to throw some of them away. So they sit there, brown and ugly. Slowly suffocating. Why does it have to be so hard?!
So I brought some lotion to work - I made the tough choice to go with some Nivea lotion that was the best value at Fred Meyer. But it's way too greasy. So I brought it back home.
Firefly is a great show. Thanks to Mel for introducing me to it.
Why don't I take more pictures these days? I don't like my camera that much. That might be part of it...
Nothing in life is fair.
I started to write poetry again. I always feel like such a terrible writer when I'm composing poems. But it's nice to try again. Speaking of writing, I've got to get on that shit.
I'm gonna be in The Vagina Monologues. I was going to audition for this show in Wallingford, but I don't think my TPS website worked when I sent the email. So they never recieved my request for an audition. That's okay. I think I want to go to the beach again this year. It'll be nice to have a free schedule. But I have to do some more theatre soon or my whole being will fall apart.
I'm so excited for this weekend. Shit - I need to pack! We're going to Portland for a nice dinner and then staying in a bomb hotel room. It'll be really posh considering we haven't been able to afford groceries for a month. I'm super stoked. I'm gonna wear my sexy brown boots that will leave a nice taste in my mouth because I recently had a vivid dream that they were stolen.
I've turned in two of my friend's resumes to Holland America. And now they decide to slow down on the hiring... Ugh. I did push all of my friends to email me their resumes stat.
Hey, JimBob... wanna go in on a house together? If we can find something with a little yard for my puppies I will be so much happier! I hate confining my poor little dogs to an apartment balcony.
You know how I bought a live christmas tree? I'm killing it. I don't think it's going to last through to next year. My green thumb has slowly dissapeared these last few months. All of my plants are dying. I don't have the heart to throw some of them away. So they sit there, brown and ugly. Slowly suffocating. Why does it have to be so hard?!
So I brought some lotion to work - I made the tough choice to go with some Nivea lotion that was the best value at Fred Meyer. But it's way too greasy. So I brought it back home.
Firefly is a great show. Thanks to Mel for introducing me to it.
Why don't I take more pictures these days? I don't like my camera that much. That might be part of it...