last night i ate dinner with an old professor of mine. we talked for a very long time about love, but not love in the general sense. we spoke of loving yourself, something i've needed to learn to do for a very long time now. afterwards i went over to justin kidwell's and partied with patti and a ton of other awesome people. after sam broke up with ( Read more... )

sam broke up with me last night. we talked. things may be ok. i hope so. it hurts real bad. i don't know what to do. i've never wanted to crawl out of my skin as much as i do now. i'm definitely not ok. relationships are not easy. they require lots of work if it's going to be successful. i hope i/we mean enough to him to want to work on it. i'm on ( Read more... )

last night i hit my eye on a door. now i have a lovely cut and bruise above it. it's fuckin' HOT. my laptop died, so i'm stuck using the computers in the computer lab here on campus. combined, these things have put me in a foul mood.

well if you want to rule the planet, you have to wear shoes.

umm. my fezeer is kefeen specey?

when i'm using my itunes, i have a hard time picking what i want to listen to because i've got so many songs. it's the most wonderful problem i've ever had. i hope it gets a lot worse.

"this is michael jackson. i'm in a mental institution with your father."

my mom's mother gave her up for adoption as soon as she was born. she sat in an orphanage until she was about two months old, an orhanage which got shut down right after she was adopted for neglecting the children. she had parents that loved her, but a mother that was relentlessly critical. her first husband left her for another woman. she lost her ( Read more... )

sometimes, after i get out of the shower, when i'm getting dressed, my jeans fit just right and i see my face from just right angle, i experience a brief moment of comfortable vanity.

my mom's birthday is tomorrow. that's always uncomfortable for me. i love her a lot more than i let on.

"i wonder if they have perfect dark."
"patrick duck?"