I don't usually bitch about my coworkers (because there's generally not a lot to bitch about), but... There is an older guy I work with and EVERY SINGLE TIME he comes through my receiving area he mutters, "My, my, my so many books, so many books," and then he does this really annoying little laugh. It drives me INSANE. I want to be like gee, ( Read more... )

Love just fucking sucks sometimes. :(

Auuughh. Why did I stay up so late? :(

I missed her a lot yesterday and today... It feels like I can't breathe. Despite the fact that things are looking up in other areas of my life, there is a gigantic void. I miss her smile, her laugh, the way she looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered on earth. I miss the way my body snuggled up next to hers, like we were two puzzle ( Read more... )

Anyone want to go with me to the Mercury game tomorrow night? We're playing Seattle, which has some pretty hot chicks (I mean, stellar, uh, athletes) on the team. :) I have two ticket vouchers so provided they're not sold out (which is HIGHLY unlikely), I will get us both in for free. Lemme know...

I want to die. I miss her so much I can't breathe. Everyone says find something to look forward to. What would that be? Seeing her again. That's it. I think th days will be tolerable, but the nights and weekends... Somebody rescue me. Please.

So it's started. I don't think it really truly hit me until I picked up the boys at Joi and Greg's. It felt wrong not to have Ali there and walking into our apartment... I already miss her so fucking much. I don't know how I'm going to get through this. I guess it's just going to take some time. Hopefully I'll be able to fly over there for ( Read more... )

Yay for Carly. :-)

I am sad and feeling very, very alone at the moment. Not to mention completely unmotivated. Blah. Anyone want to go to Gameworks and shoot baskets with me? Call me. (480) 242-6836.

Haha. Might as well forget that last entry. So soon my good mood crumbles. I just got the apartment clean, which was the first accomplishment of the weekend. Now I'm fucking sweating like a pig. I can't tell if it's because the air still isn't working or because I've been working my ass off. My guess is both. I'd call maintenance again, but ( Read more... )