sometimes i just want everything to stop so i can figure out what i'm doing. i want to have time to think. i want to have time to do things that matter to me. i want to have time for a life. i don't want to be scared or worried or rushed or stressed. i want to stop doing everything i do for other people. i want to stop thinking about other
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last night i met people who know how to party (good thing because i was beginning to forget how debauched a person can be): bisexual irish men. what more could you ask for? alcohol, sex, dancing, singing, personal hygiene, general naughtiness and no sleep. AND good manners!
me: ok, at cal there are a whole bunch of minority service groups, right? there's pilipino recruitment and retention, mexican-american, african-american, native american, arab american
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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want: either good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.