I haven't updated in a while, thought I would for the sake of doing it. I am enthralled and entranced by all of my former friends writing about going back to school- I love it. I'm still out of school, but tomorrow I work. I'm heading back (eventually). Blah.

But I make 2K a month.

And I'm happy.

Life sucks when Myspace is down.

Broken up with my boyfriend.
Heartbreak?

Of course!

I haven't written in this for a long time. But I feel something: I believe that it is inspiration to feel something better. Inspired by things that I have read and this thing that I cannot in any way give voice to or any sort of elongated understanding. I have not been deep within my self for such a time-- I need to feel as though I am behind my ( Read more... )

-I live in a beautiful apartment ( Read more... )

Write Me:

My apartment is:

2200 S. Pleasant Valley Apt. 115
Austin TX 78741

Please, send me love or pictures or something. I promise that I will write back!

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I've been working with the outcry for policy everyone has been bitching about lately, and doing the cellblock tango with unstable hours and some of the strangest people in the state. I've also started a mural on the wall of my apartment, sans permission from my landlord. I am also in love with the official altoids carrier for the Kinky Friedman for ( Read more... )

Haven't updated for a century and a half, maybe there is something to a bit of reclusive silence?

I haven't gone away, not really, not yet. I'm still aware of you, and of you, and of your as well.

Something longer, later, I promise.

Every night on this campaign it is Halcyon, Halcyon, Halcyon.  Halcyon is this sickly trendy bar/coffee shop on 4th and Lavaca and its the only place that I seem to be able to get into past nine o'clock in this city.  It isn't a place that was built to just walk around. . .  Besides the influx of under cover cops et cetera, things are self ( Read more... )