I'm moving back to campus tomorrow and I HAVE SO MUCH STUFF. For someone with such a small income and so little give-a-damn about what I look like day to day, I own a lot of clothing. THIS MAKES NO SENSE and it all needs to fit in one duffle or at least that's the goal ( Read more... )

I don't care what anyone says, 20 is a milestone. I went home for the weekend and bummed around Dalton for a couple days and watched a fuckton of Queer as Folk. It's turning into a habit, a beautiful habit, since Queer as Folk has turned out to be my OneTrueShow ( Read more... )

I think it's time to go back to school. Even my therapist agreed that I'm prepared to the point of chomping on the bit. My biggest worry is that when I get back to Boston I may not have a job which is distressing, but hardly the end of the world. I've even come to terms the fact that my schedule looks like something Picasso would have painted and ( Read more... )

I feel shitty for feeling shitty for being home. It's shitty. It's weird being home and I'll adjust soon enough, but for right now I feel a little out of place. Or maybe it's too in place. I don't know which but it makes my chest tight, my brain thump and sleep impossible ( Read more... )