Sweet Home California
I really need to start updating more often... there's just too much to tell... there's no way to even start catching up on Christmas and New Year's... or anything else going on. Things have just been really off lately... and I've just been in turmoil over everything. Right now I'm just concentrating on my upcoming vacay. I think I wrote last time and said I was going to DisneyWorld, but in light of my G.G. Essie dying and missing my family like hell, since I haven't seen them in like 4 years... well, Drea and I changed our plans and we're going to San Francisco instead. :) :) :) YAY!!! HAPPY COLA!!! I'm just trying to think about that and nothing else. I've had interesting conversations with people, ups and downs with my poor fucking emotions in so many ways, and a few unexpected people calling or e-mailing me. Some good, some bad. But I just can't deal lately. More than anything I wish I had someone to talk to about it all right now, but I just don't. And the few people I still talk to anymore, I just don't think I could trust them with what I have to say. Any impartial, non-biased, friendly feeling people out there feel like going out for coffee and just letting me rant and rave...? Eh... didn't think so. Oh well... I'm actually trying to get some shit done today. I was fortunate enough to get a job interview tomorrow... finally, my dykeness didn't scare off the straight, fucker preppies of Cordova!!! YAY!!! HAPPY COLA!!! Hopefully I get the job now. ::fingers crossed:: There's just too much to say... I'm just tired of not being able to keep up with it all. But I guess if anyone wants to know, just call me, you know... it's a lot easier to talk than type... (901) 494-8200... by now I'd hope everyone would know that... and btw... I still have TheBloodDyke, but I also have cola_penguin@yahoo.com now too. Uh, well... I just don't know what else to say anymore. I'm starting to think this whole open journal thing isn't such a good idea anymore. I don't trust people, and I've got a lot of shit I just need to get off my chest. I'll write again, I'm sure... but this is going to start getting fairly superficial from now on. Blargity... I don't care man. Just whatever. I'm still alive, I'm doing half way okay, and I freakin' wrote, so that should be enough for now. Cali bound, and couldn't be happier about it... that's what I'm just gonna keep on reminding myself. Happy thoughts. Well, I need a cigarette... since quitting's just not going so well... still. And then I need to keep myself busy to keep my mind off of things. Talk to all later, and still sending my love. ~CoLa~