I last posted on the 21st anniversary of this blog that I had met “The One” and that the man was toxic, but several months afterward, I realized that I do have a viable life partner in mind.
For now, this is only meaningful in our individual minds, but I hope to be able to say more in ten years.

Found “the One.” Probably just the “dream version” of the one. I could never see his face and now I know it… well! It’s a cute face, but what a WEAK MAN. Maybe that’s all I’m doomed to, but gents, dames and enby’s are all welcome.

so sometimes I think wistfully about hanging out with "the one." I know the specificity of the concept goes beyond short, dark hair, white and somewhat taller than I am (hey, I have to color these thoughts somehow), and yet it's one of the things I can't define verbally. it's all "I'll know it when I've seen it." but the thing is that I haven't ( Read more... )

how can a young urban albeit poor professional resist the power of buying a new macbook when her hewlett packard keels over and dies for good? huh?

I have become a huge airhead apparently and haven't taken any medication since wednesday and didn't realize that until now ( Read more... )

liam was cleaning up my computer last night and was poking around my internet history and read the offending livejournal entry. I'm not sure I want to go into detail here about how I feel outside of the fact I have a natural instinct to call him and yet I can't act on that until he calls me.

I have a sort of flawed brain and call people I don't mean to call sometimes.
not shit. I should erase some numbers from the phone. particularly that of people I've long figured out I don't like.

I'm a career underachiever. I own up to that much. My college transcript says it all However, much has changed in the past three years since leaving college; I suppose out of a necessity I never had occasion to feel before in my life. I had what appeared to be a useless piece of paper that couldn't get me out of my stupid, dead-end feeling, low ( Read more... )

and oh god I love the forever 21 in union square. I feel like every time I go to the one in salem new hampshire and the rockingham mall there's pretty much a lot of shit.

although I admit that I'm wearing a dress from there right now. but really!

oh and in the pratt bulletin it suggests that a student should set aside an allowance of $800 for living expenses. uh, that's certainly at least $200 less than what I pull after taxes in a month. looks like they know grad students live in abject poverty anyway.