A late encounter with the counselor produced the following dialogue:

me: "...I'm a man of action, you know? No one really ever has to guess at my intent. I do what I mean to do, when I mean to do it, and you always know why ( Read more... )

Everything that rises must converge.

( An open letter to a boyfriend )

it's a nice change from melancholy.

$)#%(*!

so fucking frustrated.

FAIRY TALE


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I'm in Edmond, Oklahoma and ( I'm so fucking tired of crying... )

I miss Jason so fucking much right now! So fucking much aaaaahh ( Read more... )

I keep thinking about shit.

Lots of times it's a full-out Bad Idea for me to sit around and think, since sitting and thinking idly is what often leads into those in-a-minute bigass life-changing decisions that I tend to make. But wait, is that a bad thing? I don't remember.

I've been thinking about Jason and I being together again and what it ( Read more... )

Jason is gonna meet me in San Diego next month (right after my birthday! yay!) to go and watch the WGI championships ( Read more... )

So I had what was my first unofficial "therapy" session- or the sort of lunch date that is as close as I'll ever get to it- a couple of days ago ( Read more... )

Today was a fucking BITCH of a day.

I woke up this morning ( on my friend John Trueman's bedroom floor )