My Fourth of July story began on the third of July. I came over to Richard's house at eight PM, after seeing Toy Story 3 with my family. For the record, that movie made me cry. Twice. And assure my mom that I'd never leave ever again. And when I stopped by home I hugged all my old toys and promised to play with them more ( Read more... )

This weekend had, until last night, been quite boring. At one point, my friends and I were reduced to riding up and down the elevators while I wore a pink wig. Though it was quite funny how no one acknowledged it, up until Saturday night we were all bored to shit. Thus, my GBF Richard and I decided to go clubbing, in the hopes that we'd derive some ( Read more... )

My weekend was, well...exciting? Or maybe just sad. Thin line, really. I put on an incredible shit show on Thursday night, in which I drank three Pepsi bottles full of straight Captain Morgan. I then proceeded to begin crying, and I don't remember anything else. According to my GBF Richard, who helped me when I was drunk, I puked about four times, ( Read more... )

I'm the one in the ponytail, Grace is the other. The pink thing is my notorious leopard print bra, which was hanging out all night. Goddamn laundry machine stretchin' my clothes.


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So, I've moved on to the anger stage of grief in my recent breakup. This is good, because denial just about killed me. I kept having these weird fantasies that every text I got saying I should come downstairs for dinner or whatever were trying to get me to come downstairs because Robert was going to attempt to win me back with some grandiose ( Read more... )

I haven't been writing a lot lately, thanks to the swirling vortex of stress and panic that is my life at the moment. In fact, as I type this, I am procrastinating studying for three exams that I have tomorrow (not finals or midterms, fucking ridiculous). Eh, I've given up on sleeping tonight anyway, so that gives me about 12 hours. I probably ( Read more... )

So my boyfriend broke up with me recently, but he wants to be fuckbuddies. I'm honestly straddling the dead center of the fence on this one; on the one hand, I really, really like sexy time, and my sexual tension has been quickly climaxing since the breakup, pun intended. On the other hand, I know I'm still emotionally attached to him, and being ( Read more... )

Guess what? I have another journal! It's a sports blog, called Flagrant Homosexual Fouls. If you like my fanfiction, you'll probably like this. And if not, sorry in advance.