We are in your car, and I am looking out the window ( Read more... )

Alena: Would I pay ten cents to wear pants today? Why, yes, yes, I would!

Warning... another slightly crazy entry ahead. I lj-cut because I love you, really.

( Phrases floating in my head: )

For those who come to San Francisco,
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair . . .

Poll san francisco presents

Sick of depending on people who always let me down ( Read more... )

I laugh too loud in the hallways with my best friend, clinging to her and grasping her body with my hands that are just that trifle of damp because they've been touching her skin, and melodramatically declare my love. We have been arguing about marriage in AP English, me on the side of Marriage is hell, as befits my cynicism, and her on the side ( Read more... )

I am so, so, so blessed and so lucky to have the people that I do surrounding me. I need to learn and to remember that I don't have to test Joe to prove that he really loves me, that he just does. I don't have to alienate Alena for her to appreciate me -- she does.

I am so lucky to have these special people in my life.

How am I supposed to revel in melodramatic angst when I check my friends' list if I'm not logged in? Huh!?

(And I can't believe I blocked my best friend from my AIM. I'm not even sure why I'm angry, really. Oh well -- I don't have to understand my emotions, I just work here.)

Things are weird. Nearly inexplicably weird, in that wait, I could've sworn something else was a different way just a second ago, what the hell happened and why has no one else noticed way ( Read more... )

( So today I actually left my house. )