Trouble strikes again. There's something wrong with my chemical make-up, there has to be. I love Michael so much, he is such an amazing person, so understanding and kind, he's sweet, funny, and sarcastic. 99% of the time he makes me painfully happy and I can't imagine anyone else could make me feel the way he does. And while I don't go out of my ( Read more... )

I've been so good this week. I think the reality of moving to Galloway looming over my head has really put my ass in gear. After today, I will have applied to 15 jobs this week, all over the country but mainly in New York and D.C ( Read more... )

I'm feeling so strange this week. Like there's NO hope for the future, and yet for some reason I'm relatively happy and care-free. Who knows why? I had another really amazing weekend, as I think they always are during football season ( Read more... )

From classy to trashy and back again; I had the best weekend ever! They're rare, but when they happen I can live on the high for a good few weeks after. Maybe I need to join adrenaline junkies anonymous. At least none of it comes from being drug induced... unless alcohol is a drug? Friday and Saturday shenanigans at Jones, Sunday booze, booze, ( Read more... )

What am I doing with myself? I had so so so much fun last night. Just me and Paulanka. We went to a play, which was HILARIOUS, and it closes next weekend, otherwise I would demand others go see it. It was called Noises Off and it's pretty popular, so maybe you can catch it in another theater someday, but the cast I saw last night was just awesome ( Read more... )

I've been doing things lately that I thought I grew out of... not that I think it's bad; I'm still young. "Old enough to know better, but young enough not to care," isn't that how it goes ( Read more... )

So, I'm not completely sure when I started this really awful habit, but it seems to only develop itself more and more as the years go by. I can be in the most incredible relationship, but the second I find out or realize that things aren't what I thought or am implanted with the idea that he isn't being honest, rather than break up with him, I go ( Read more... )

Why is it that everytime I'm minding my own damn motherfucking business I fall into a hole with some guyAnka (not his real name of course) and I have been friends for 800 years... or in laymen times, more like five years. He's seen me crazy, drunk, and completely ridiculous (sometimes helped me get to that point), and he's seen me so completely ( Read more... )

Self destruction is my favorite thing, apparently. I have so much to say, I have this deep dark secret and no one to tell it to. Everyone is so judgmental. It's safe to say that this secret will ultimately kill me. One day it will tumble out of my drunken mouth. I hate myself a little, but I love where this could ultimately lead ( Read more... )

In an effort to write more and re-familiarize myself with my creative side, I've decided to write on daily prompts, or as daily as I can. Life is nothing short of ordinary and I hate it. I am 3 months away from graduation and while I'm scared shitless, I finally feel as though I am almost free. All of my (former) friends seem to be doing it, why ( Read more... )