whoo. it feels so much better to be like this ( Read more... )

i'm excited about writing, but can't seem to get comfortable. my kabbalah string is about to break, i think,, and it's loose and dragging. the table's crooked and i'm really trying to better my posture so i refuse to sit on the couch. i can't get a couple of songs out of my head. and then there's the noise from the traffic outside, it's like, a ( Read more... )

oh my gosh, it's been so long since i've sat down with my journal. i kept putting it off, not wanting to really write about christmas, or anything from that time, and then my kabbalah teachers and the energy of the weeks that fell in january all told tales of hardship, and i prepared for that hardship and thus denied myself the journal because i ( Read more... )

last night i bought a vibrator. that really has nothing to do with anything important going on, but i also didn't know where that tidbit would fit in, so might as well get it out of the way right? i bought a 'bullet', that's what they call it, those shops are unnecessarily nasty don't you think? i mean there fake p's and fake butt holes and fake ( Read more... )

step into my office ( Read more... )

i basically came home in between work and having to leave again with the sole purpose of trying to write in my journal. i have so much to tell! (and of course i'll forget to say all of the really REALLY important things!, like a jackass). anyway... it has finally happened! re-reading that makes me wish the next part was "i got an agent". it's not ( Read more... )

i am one tired girl who does not have to work tomorrrow, didn't have to work today, that doesn't happen often. my stomach hurts, but i feel pretty good. i took a good nap, which was after oprah, which was after a biopsy, which was after i went to the library. i like the book i chose, that my acting teacher chose for me, and i made sure to get his ( Read more... )

Ok, I don’t think I’m dying anymore. Now that they keep talking to me like I could die, I’m set on pissing them off ( Read more... )

Hi Journal. In four years I have never made an entry private. Never! Why hide something from you? But then, last week sometime, I wrote one and I was just hysterically crying at the end and then it hit me that I was either completely losing it, or being overly dramatic, or both ( Read more... )

Alright. I can’t believe I am about to say this, but it’s true ( Read more... )