I haven't updated this thing in forever ( Read more... )

It's my birthday. Twenty-three years old.

I'm still young. At least compared to Brian.

I should really try to update this thing more often. It's been awhile, and I tend to fall behind when it comes to keeping everyone up to date with what's been going on ( Read more... )

I've been getting migranes, mostly stress related. At least, that's what the doctor thinks. And yes, I did end up in the hospital. I blacked out after an intense one. I fucking hate hospitals. I'm going to make it a point to never end up in one again. But I'm okay, they think. I think. I'm feeling much better, besides the fact Brian won't let me ( Read more... )

I took the job Brian offered me. I'm now working in his art department. Normally, I wouldn't do such a thing, but seeing as how my other option is working at the dner, (and I really can't stand the stentch of fries and burgers clinging to me anymore) I figured what the hell. For now. I don't think it'll be anything permanent but at least it's a job ( Read more... )

It's always the same.

It's always different.

I know I'm making no sense whatsoever. But, I was expecting this. I knew this was going to happen, and no matter how familiar it is. No matter the boring repition it holds, (Sing me a new tune?) there's always something different about it. Something different spoken. Something different in the way I'm ( Read more... )

I got the job at the gallery down the street. I no longer have to suffer and slave away in fast food. I soon will be cleaning a gallery about a block or two away starting Monday. I'm fucking ecstastic. It's the best place to find someone who will be interested in my art, right ( Read more... )

I woke up cold, sweating, and shaking twice last night. At first I thought I might have gotten a virus, and working with the people I do daily that's entirely possible, but the symptoms subsided quickly after I sat still in the dark next to Brian for a few minutes. I didn't bother waking Brian up either, I didn't want too. He looked entirely too ( Read more... )

It's amusing that when I finally remember I've called or talked to no one from Pittsburgh in two months, it's right after I've popped a pretty little pink pill I took from a kid that probably wanted my ass, but got nothing from me.

I called Daph and Brian. And well, I couldn't believe how fucking sweet Brian was being. He kept calling himself a ( Read more... )