seymouria

"i'll move to paris/shoot some heroine/then fuck with the stars." - 'time to pretend' by mgmt

oh geez.

so my boyfriend dumped me last night. not in so many words. it's his last summer before venturing out into the 'real world' and he wants to explore. so it's an open relationship. which means i get to see other people too- hurrah. except it still sucks- poop. after he told me last night, i just wanted to cuddle and talk about it. which inevitably led to sex. then watching jeopardy! and drinking whiskey. then more sex. i wasn't supposed to stay the night, but i did and i woke up this morning to his boner poking me in the ass. more sex. wtf!? this afternoon we went to the gym and ran like everything was okay. it wasn't though. i didn't get a kiss goodbye.

i've been living on my own for a month now and i've managed to fuck up every relationship/friendship i had here. that and i still don't have a job. i really have no reason to stay.

so i may be going home to milwaukee soon. and maybe staying more than a weekend this time.

i'm also planning a trip to baltimore to visit a friend there for a week. i've never been on a plane alone before. i need this trip like whoa. just jetting off to a distant city sounds really nice. i've never seen the ocean. also, less than two hundred dollar round-trip airfare. why not?

this is the face i make toward the current state of things.


back to watching movies and eating a bag of hershey's assorted miniatures.