Because Luke Henley is friends with and related to the most trite, obnoxious, and annoying people to ever grace the planet, anonymous comments have been disabled. I think it says a lot that I still have to put up with this shit a year later.

Hasta la vista, assholes.

Things have been going up and down. Slowly feeling better, slowly managing to stay standing.  I'm more resigned now.  The initial shock of complete and total rejection has started to fade. A quiet bitterness has started to sink in.  It's a bittersweet feeling, this ( Read more... )

So, last weekend I wrote Luke an email about the keys to our apartment, the things he left behind, etc.  It was a very nice email.  Everyone who proofed it thought it was the best email I could send.  He responded (days later) with a very curt, almost robotic three sentance email, the last of which said "Please don't contact me anymore and go live ( Read more... )

Luke has been gone a month. I haven't spoken to him in three weeks.  I feel incredibly empty, like everything is just dead.  I've never felt just so entirely hallow before.  i can feel the blood rushing through all the vessels in my arms and I don't like it.  It scares me ( Read more... )

First of all, the first floor apartment in my building was ransacked last night. That's...just lovely.

Luke has been gone two days and I've mostly felt nothing since he left. Just entirely hollow.  I did, finally, cry though.  I can't even count how many times I've wept in Mark Dickerman's office now.  There's just this deep ache inside my chest.  ( Read more... )

So for the second year in a row, Luke and I went to French Roast for this bullshit holiday we just had ( Read more... )

It finally happened.  It being that I missed class on Thursday because I left my wallet in the apartment and could not otherwise get on the subway.  I'm rather surprised it took until half way through November for it to happen. Oh well ( Read more... )

Life's been weird ( Read more... )

So living with Luke is pretty great. I feel bad though cause I've been snapping at him a little lately and I know I shouldn't.  It's not his fault that we have no cooking gas and our dishwasher is broken.  I'm just frustrated because this is all shit that could have been taken care of months ago but never was. *sigh* Nothing like coming home to ( Read more... )

Hmmm.

Luke and I are officially moving in together. We signed a lease for a 4th floor walk up studio on the UES near John Jay Park and off the 77th St. 6 train. We're in walking distance to Central Park and The Met, which is pretty damn wonderful. It's a kind of ridiculous apartment, but we are ridiculous people. There are a few pictures up on my ( Read more... )