What's amazing is that when you're a little bit hungry and you drink your tolerance is like nooothing. So I had a beer, only one and I'm buzzed. That is nice. I need to make myself a late lunch though. Today was a sort of productive day. I got my license renewed and I discovered there IS a junk yard down the street from me that DOES carry the ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel like... it's hard to tell if I'm being a bitch or not.

I dreamed you weren't there. I was looking for you but you were already gone. There's a you shaped hole in my subconscious and no matter how I try to fill it, you're still there even when you're not.

I was totally attracted to the guy who came to our apartment today as a possible roommate. I was fluttering with nervous energy and I couldn't catch my breath after he left. I was sure it was because it's almost the end of the month and we really need someone to move in. I just texted him to be sure he contacted our landlord though (we've had a ( Read more... )

My hair smells like smoke but not too bad because it's clove smoke ( Read more... )

Sometimes when I see something really beautiful it hurts a bit because I know I won't be able to capture that moment/sensation/emotion with my camera. I just have to savor it and let it pass and risk it that I'll forget it entirely.

I have walked in many moccasins and seen many things, but I have much still to learn and miles to go before I'm

Chatting with my roommates about sex again. I think it's because we're all so under-sexed and single. It gets kind of awkward sometimes though. I don't reeeally want to know so much about my male roommate but the other one asks him these probing questions and I'm just THERE, like 'Hiii.' It's my own fault. I could leave the room or steer the ( Read more... )

If I was injected with a death serum Sarah McLaughlin's music would lull me right into it. I'd be like, ok I'm ready. This was what I thought as I lay in bed earlier today half heartily fighting the Nyquil stupor I'd put myself in. I kinda had a fever and was defiantly ill and staying home from work for a reason. I had my ipod on and was trying ( Read more... )

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs.

Post the poem that results.

The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

Girl, You Really Got Me Now (This came out kind of angsty and horny... which is amusingly correct ( Read more... )

Sleeping in strange parts. People woke me up at 10:30pm with their saturday night loudness and I haven't been to sleep since. I feel sort of nauseously hungry but if I eat I'll have to wake up too much. So it's off to bed very soon. I haven't had good dreams in a week or so. My dreams have been full of mundane anxiety lately, too much like ( Read more... )