citrus

the fourth of july.
happy birthday, my country.



sunday
i'm glad i have tomorrow off. i need to take my car in to fix some damage i did last night while i was learning a great lesson i should have learned/applied many many moons ago.
i am ashamed of my behavior and lack of self-control.
but i will do better now. i will be better.

i had a lovely weekend besides the recklessness i mentioned above.


i'm begging my mom to cut my hair tonight.

i'm really diggin' the aimee mann music a girlfriend sent me via text message.

laundry is being done. my room is less of a mess. boxes are being packed and labeled better. i've been roaming around in my old sneakers with no socks, my house-skirt, and a t-shirt with no bra on. my hair's knotted but i don't think after mom's done with it i will be able to make it stay that way by itself...
back to the french-braid and chopsticks.

ab work sucks but leaves that good soreness.
beginning tomorrow i will switch my diet around again.
i have put all manners of trash in my body in the last couple days.
bad citrus!

time moves so fast.
i was nauseous again yesterday and perhaps it's why i was so wasted. today i'm nauseous from the hangover.
two for two

my bubba's over.
he's very handsome and quite the handy man.
when i pulled up yesterday and saw him walking into the house i screamed at him "BUBBA!!!".
he beams. i feel like a little kid around him sometimes, remembering when we played with matchbox cars in mounds of dirt in the backyard, when he'd pull the heads off my dollies...
he fixed mom's leaky dishwasher. he says "if i were any better, it might have to be classified as GREAT!"...
(and he's humble, too!)
ha ha.
i love him


i guess i'll go deal with more shit now.
just thought i'd say hi




eighteen days




"you can live fully without living foolishly."
~ Allison Hatfield