You make me want to pick up a guitar
I seem to be getting angry a lot lately.
Also nervous about stupid things. Like tonight, one of the women I work with wanted me to give directions to Arbys to a friend of hers on the phone. I don't know why she couldn't give her directions, but I wouldn't, because talking to strangers on the phone makes me very nervous.
The taxi driver I'm friends with, Marco, asked me why I don't call his cell phone anymore when I need a taxi. I said because it makes me feel very awkward.
I have an art project I really want to do, and I may have mentioned this on here before, but I would like to do a series of paintings of everything Max has given me. There are 37 things, but the main problem is this: How can I paint abstract ideas, like understanding?
I would love to have a boyfriend who was a photographer, or knew how to take really good pictures, because there are a lot of times when I'll be doing something, and I am amazed at how beautiful I am. Like last night when I was brushing my hair. The color was just amazing.
I'm sick of sleeping alone every night.
I love the subject of this entry, from the Interpol song "Slow Hands". That line alone makes it worth the purchase of their cd.
Part of me really hates these entries where I talk about a bunch of different things. But this is everything I have to say right now. So there.
Also nervous about stupid things. Like tonight, one of the women I work with wanted me to give directions to Arbys to a friend of hers on the phone. I don't know why she couldn't give her directions, but I wouldn't, because talking to strangers on the phone makes me very nervous.
The taxi driver I'm friends with, Marco, asked me why I don't call his cell phone anymore when I need a taxi. I said because it makes me feel very awkward.
I have an art project I really want to do, and I may have mentioned this on here before, but I would like to do a series of paintings of everything Max has given me. There are 37 things, but the main problem is this: How can I paint abstract ideas, like understanding?
I would love to have a boyfriend who was a photographer, or knew how to take really good pictures, because there are a lot of times when I'll be doing something, and I am amazed at how beautiful I am. Like last night when I was brushing my hair. The color was just amazing.
I'm sick of sleeping alone every night.
I love the subject of this entry, from the Interpol song "Slow Hands". That line alone makes it worth the purchase of their cd.
Part of me really hates these entries where I talk about a bunch of different things. But this is everything I have to say right now. So there.