I guess lots of people sort of hated 2010. It has it's black marks, but compared with 2009, noticeably better. I mean, I didn't have a job for the first half of '09, then the job I had was so demeaning that I concluded I'd rather be dead. And the friends I had, the majority were sucky, and the ones that weren't, lived out of state or only circled ( Read more... )

I've checked my phone and every blog and website that I normally frequent. Nothing. Entertain me. Entertain me.

Ugh. Maybe I'll entertain you.

My hands are dry, and I really hope the scars on my arms heal before Friday night or at least look a little less conspicuous. I've been slowly sifting through old LJ entries, the ones I've blocked from ( Read more... )

Bee's Knees. It's taken two months to read this damn book. I'm going on my 2nd week overdue. I used to date a guy that said he'd just stop reading books if they didn't move themselves along. I called that defeat. He called it practical, why waste the time?

Not all books are movers and shakers. Some, well, it's sort of like a space you sit in for a ( Read more... )

But it was hard to resist the poetry of the possibility, and so she had allowed 'Halleluiah' to fall into family myth. Thinking back, this has been a mistake. A tiny one, to be sure, but symptomatic of profound flaws. Why did she always concede what was left of the past to Howard's edited versions of it? For example, she should probably say ( Read more... )

no salt or pepper in the apartment, not even restaurant packets. no coffee table, end tables, or nightstands. no microwave, toaster, blender, or coffeemaker ( Read more... )

It doesn’t take much to fall in love with Chris. I know. I did. I guess I still am. He’s charismatic, tells it to you straight, looks you in the eye and doesn’t judge. My heart still flutters with every text or facebook message I get from him: one word or a full sentence. Logically, I know it’s silly, childish. He’s one of the few, one of the few ( Read more... )

So I stole this from Chris' journal:

“When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete
us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that
we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody
more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit
that while a partner ( Read more... )

sometimes i come back to this little whatever and find i had, in a moment of rage, raged about something that i can't particularly remember:

it's going to be a little awkward when i call you out . kid, you're dealing with the best of liars and the finest of bridge burners. don't think i haven't played that game.

I think I don't do internet fights ( Read more... )

A few weeks ago, I looked at my bookshelf, kicking myself for not having gotten a library card yet. I needed something to read. Something to wreck my day in a way only good fiction can do. Something to save from reality. I found a book of short stories that I accrued from a college class, though which one, I don't remember. Don't Make Me Stop Now ( Read more... )

I've had this little lj since December 2003. Almost 7 years...crazy. Seven years ago, I was 18. Someone mentioned they wanted to read through some of my old entries. I've made most of this private b/c I sort of got in trouble with it...nothing major, just had a job that would prefer I NOT blog about the bands we worked with...touchy, touchy. So I ( Read more... )