unh. i totally thought the l word season premier would be on tonight, so i rushed home, but i was wrong. hot chicks pretending to be gay on teevee gets me all hot and bothered. kinda like some of the sgs.
venice: i completely understand what you meant in your last couple of entries. i don't believe in keeping a daily journal based on what you did and when and who said what; however, when you feel the way i do on a daily basis, it's easier to give a play-by-play instead of trying to articulate feelings that are less than socially acceptable or are just too complicated for words, etc. so, somehow i spread my random thoughts between about five online journals and one paper journal, the latter of which catches me on any kind of thoughts i may have concerning suicidality, self-mutilation, paranoid fears, etc. easier to keep those fairly personal, i guess.
luxie is the queen of the squeaky toy. i love how she runs back and forth and all you can hear throughout the entire house are the squeaks. it makes me endlessly happy. dressing her up like a scene kid also makes me endlessly happy. see the following: click!
i can't tell you how ecstatic i am that this weekend is over and that i don't have to work tomorrow. i have been nothing but mistreated by customers and co-workers and cooks and motherfuck all weekend. and the money was good, but not that great. i'm surprised i didn't go off more than i did. i'd like to think that i'm typically a pleasant person to work with, but i wasn't this weekend. once valentine's day's over, things should go back to normal. i hope.
things i look forward to in the next couple of months: tori tour, going home to miami with kat (and a car), and possibly buying my own car.
venice: i completely understand what you meant in your last couple of entries. i don't believe in keeping a daily journal based on what you did and when and who said what; however, when you feel the way i do on a daily basis, it's easier to give a play-by-play instead of trying to articulate feelings that are less than socially acceptable or are just too complicated for words, etc. so, somehow i spread my random thoughts between about five online journals and one paper journal, the latter of which catches me on any kind of thoughts i may have concerning suicidality, self-mutilation, paranoid fears, etc. easier to keep those fairly personal, i guess.
luxie is the queen of the squeaky toy. i love how she runs back and forth and all you can hear throughout the entire house are the squeaks. it makes me endlessly happy. dressing her up like a scene kid also makes me endlessly happy. see the following: click!
i can't tell you how ecstatic i am that this weekend is over and that i don't have to work tomorrow. i have been nothing but mistreated by customers and co-workers and cooks and motherfuck all weekend. and the money was good, but not that great. i'm surprised i didn't go off more than i did. i'd like to think that i'm typically a pleasant person to work with, but i wasn't this weekend. once valentine's day's over, things should go back to normal. i hope.
things i look forward to in the next couple of months: tori tour, going home to miami with kat (and a car), and possibly buying my own car.
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myra:
venice:
Ah, tiny liberal arts academic bubble operation. Sounds just like my school. 
And besides our reputation for being incredibly intense, academically, we also have a big reputation for massive drug use. But I think it isn't fair, because people rarely OD or get alcohol poisening or anything like at regular schools. They do a lot of drugs, but they do them responsibly. That's got to count for something, right?
And besides our reputation for being incredibly intense, academically, we also have a big reputation for massive drug use. But I think it isn't fair, because people rarely OD or get alcohol poisening or anything like at regular schools. They do a lot of drugs, but they do them responsibly. That's got to count for something, right?