Movin' on up! To the east side! buh buh doo doooo doodd ddo...(I don't know any more words)

Momma, if that's movin' up than IIIIIII'm Movin' Out! Buh, buh buh baaa, buhba, badaba Movin' Out! And something about a cadilac and a fender and don't drive one with a broken back.....dooooooo doo.

I can't think of anymore songs about moving.  I don't even ( Read more... )

I'm not a big party-er. Not really, when it comes down to it. But dear god. If I am at home for another Friday night, not out meeting new people, not out doing something,not working on getting a boyfriend, I'm going to cry ( Read more... )

I will marry you, David Bowie.

Hm. This is my first official holiday not spending any time with my family ( Read more... )

Sometimes, Buffy just relates to my life. This is lame and great at the same time.
but mostly it is helpful.

Also, I am not so good at parties.
I lack some skills.

today is going to be one of those days.

I have more laundry right now than i think I know how to do ( Read more... )

I sometimes wonder what would happen if one major thing in my life had been slightly different. If I was born to a different set of parents. If I had stayed living in Farmingdale as a kid instead of moving to Whitefield. If I had taken more art classes or actually made an effort to play the flute instead of despising that damn piece of metal. If I  ( Read more... )

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These past few days have been rough.

I just want something good to come out of it.

And then I got locked out of my apartment (because I'm an idiot who forgets my keys.)

I have to go to work. I don't want to go to work.
I am angry.

I am so angry. A lot.
I'm tired of feeling hurt and bitter.
Thisweekendneedstobeover.