Moving is almost finished and I am so happy that it's gross.

To do:
Lose ten more pounds
Get a sassy haircut
Get a second job
Watch the Phillies win the world series
Go see Neil Young and Wilco (!!!)

Sometimes it's just hard to say?

This is how I've been lately:


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I feel good. I feel content and happy.

Everyone move to Philadelphia. Join the party, squares.

"Are you betrothed?" he asked.

"No, only loved," she answered.

"And do you pay for love?"

"No, but I owe it everything."

It was the hottest day this summer. We laid down by the river under a big shady tree, studying one another with lightly grazing fingers. All I kept thinking: perfect perfect perfect. We read, napped, got high, laughed, I never wanted to move from that spot. We went home when the skies looked like rain and showered, lathering one another with soap ( Read more... )

Take things slow, you only get to explore each other for the first time once.

I wasn't expecting this, but what a pleasant surprise.

I wish you'd call.

I'm working over 70 hours this week, but will not let it interfere with the things I want to do. (Sleep is lacking, friends!) I have gone out dancing almost every night this week. No cover, of course. Because who has that kind of money?

I can never seem to get my head above water. It is frustrating and discouraging.

I had to tell you. I'm not sorry, because I trust myself (or I am learning to). Thank you for being so kind ( Read more... )