Basically, I wish that you loved me, I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, acutally I meant three
I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn't eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep
Just ordered a new pair of shoes:
I've wanted a pair of Clarks for the longest but they're so expensive... This pair was originally $95, marked down to $65.99. And with a special one-week-only $25 coupon for piperlime.com and $40 Gap gift card from my Aunt Kate for Christmas, I paid $0.99 out-of-pocket. I'm super excited. They didn't have my size, though, so I got a half-size smaller. One of the reviews I read on piperlime's web site for Clarks was that they run "noticeably larger" and even suggested getting a full size smaller. We'll see. If they don't fit, I can easily return them... I'll just have lost that one-week-only $25 coupon.
I quit smoking. It's been over three weeks. I'm not sure why I quit but I was talking about it for a few days and then just stopped one Wednesday. I'm impulsive sometimes. I really don't miss it... Part of me still thinks it looks cool to smoke and I miss that... And then when I drink I crave cigarettes but just eat a lot instead... I don't know, though, I think it's the right choice. I'll (A) live longer, (B) save money and (C) open myself up to a wider range of potential mates who maybe wouldn't date a smoker. Although, how many gay guys don't smoke cigarettes? What is that about anyway? I hate being a stereotype.
Speaking of which, I just watched last week's Project Runway online. It was so cool! Little girl dresses! And all the little girls were adorable! And I knew Janeen was going, but I felt so sad for her... I felt like she was a kindred spirit, like we'd be friends in real life. Everytime she cried I just wanted to give her a hug. My favorite is Anthony. Because he's hilarious.
I am deliriously tired. I've been passed-out-drunk sleep for, uh, weeks it seems, and haven't had an actual sober night's sleep in a long time... I should really get on that but when the neighbor's internet works in the house, it's hard to pass it up. I'm like a junkie.
Also, I'm reading a new book: Chasing Harry Winston by the author of The Devil Wears Prada Lauren Weisberger. I'm only 20-some pages into it but I love it.
That's all.
I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn't eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep
Just ordered a new pair of shoes:
I've wanted a pair of Clarks for the longest but they're so expensive... This pair was originally $95, marked down to $65.99. And with a special one-week-only $25 coupon for piperlime.com and $40 Gap gift card from my Aunt Kate for Christmas, I paid $0.99 out-of-pocket. I'm super excited. They didn't have my size, though, so I got a half-size smaller. One of the reviews I read on piperlime's web site for Clarks was that they run "noticeably larger" and even suggested getting a full size smaller. We'll see. If they don't fit, I can easily return them... I'll just have lost that one-week-only $25 coupon.
I quit smoking. It's been over three weeks. I'm not sure why I quit but I was talking about it for a few days and then just stopped one Wednesday. I'm impulsive sometimes. I really don't miss it... Part of me still thinks it looks cool to smoke and I miss that... And then when I drink I crave cigarettes but just eat a lot instead... I don't know, though, I think it's the right choice. I'll (A) live longer, (B) save money and (C) open myself up to a wider range of potential mates who maybe wouldn't date a smoker. Although, how many gay guys don't smoke cigarettes? What is that about anyway? I hate being a stereotype.
Speaking of which, I just watched last week's Project Runway online. It was so cool! Little girl dresses! And all the little girls were adorable! And I knew Janeen was going, but I felt so sad for her... I felt like she was a kindred spirit, like we'd be friends in real life. Everytime she cried I just wanted to give her a hug. My favorite is Anthony. Because he's hilarious.
I am deliriously tired. I've been passed-out-drunk sleep for, uh, weeks it seems, and haven't had an actual sober night's sleep in a long time... I should really get on that but when the neighbor's internet works in the house, it's hard to pass it up. I'm like a junkie.
Also, I'm reading a new book: Chasing Harry Winston by the author of The Devil Wears Prada Lauren Weisberger. I'm only 20-some pages into it but I love it.
That's all.