1 Cezanne painting
1 Fairfax
1 Tintoret painting
1 Pacific Coast Highway
1 Marin County
1 Western Queen vintage orange ad
1 Chau Meng Fou painting (found in a vintage shop)
2 California landscapes

I got financial aid! I got financial aaaaaid. Woohoo!

Life is.... settling down. Maybe just as hectic, but it's not so stressful in it's intensity. Having a car helps. :) Kurt and I are on friendly terms, his baby is due soon, Heather and I don't hate each other, Draco's doing well in school, I'm volunteering at the Humane Society. Things are falling into place. Now if I could just get back to ( Read more... )

Things are getting more and more hectic. It feels like I never get to sit down anymore, I certainly don't sleep. Up at 6:30 if I can wrangle a ride for Draco to school, if not, up by 8:30. Run run run. Watch Kayla, hang with Amaro, try not to kill the family, attempt to find a job, laundry, shopping, cooking, cleaning, bathing, re-cleaning cos I ( Read more... )

At the cusp, always the cusp. Things are changing, I'm never sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I just know that I don't want it anymore. I'm being offered all these things.... A life with M in California with all my dreams coming true, but one, one big one. Or the guy who just wants to have sex with me to piss off his girlfriend. Or ( Read more... )

I don't wanna get old! I'm old! Oh god! I'm ancient ( Read more... )

Taylor is acting really odd recently. Ever since I mentioned hanging out with Emily. I can't tell if it's her jealousy bullshit or stress bullshit but it's really starting to get to me. This time of year always makes me restless anyway. It always has ( Read more... )

So... moving into the apartment today. Been moving in. I think I could have picked a better week to do it. I'm hormonal and bitchy and utterly fucking exhausted and so fucking tired of having to explain myself. On the other hand.... I get to masturbate again! I get to stop hiding inside a room. I get to buy Ben & Jerrys for fucks sake without ( Read more... )

I'm at my mother's house... which does not make me feel like a mother. It's weird. It's nice in a way because I've always loved this house... and there's food and shit. Which I approve of. But at the same time I feel like I'm being strapped into the electric chair, yknow? And I really really really miss masturbation. A lot. I'm getting ( Read more... )

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