After completing some research and reading some stories I have made a summary of the background for a tattoo I desire:

( Help me with my tattoo please! )

*sings* I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike!

It was revealed to me, to my embarassment, that in a moment of intense vulnerability, while waking up from my recent surgery, I cried and told my mother "I really miss Matt."

Hrmph.

I don't even know how to compute that right now.

I didn't make any reservations this year. Did you ( Read more... )

I got my 2008 Calendar yesterday. It's so empty. So many blank pages to fill with adventures, parties, birthdays, work, pay days, dates, movies, and other fun events.

Exciting. At least it should be. At years end I'm feeling a bit lonely.

Perhaps 2008 will bring better adventures.Anyways, have a safe, fun New Years everyone. See you next ( Read more... )

Lame.

I am the lonely Jew on Christmas Eve.

You all go enjoy your eggnog and cookies. Psh.

Next year, I'm determined to NOT be alone on Christmas.

Ugh. I hate the flu. I was out of commision for 2 days.

Frack.
(oh noes. BSG is taking over)

Still recovering.
Still achy.
Still sore.
Still feels like my head is about to EXPLODE!

At least the vomiting has ceased.

Bonus: Bucca De Beppo dinner tonight! Company parties CAN be fun.

I'll drag a good friend along ( Read more... )

Is it too soon to be dating again? We broke up almost a month ago. Anyways ( Read more... )

And a man magnet. Apparently.

It's odd. I didn't ask for this, I don't know if I even want this.

It's like they can SMELL single. And now that I am not seen as such a "little girl" I've been asked on more dates in the past two weeks then ever before.

Although I am not looking to enter into a serious relationship just yet, as I just got out ( Read more... )

It's funny how, with the internet, you can simply be deleted out of someones life. Just a few clicks of a button

I can stop grasping for an idea that Matt might want me back. He deleted everything of ours. Pictures, comments, videos, old e-mails.

The internet should not have the power to hurt my feelings so badly.