February 2012
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Males don’t talk to me unless they want to fuck me. Once males talk to me, they don’t want to sleep with me.This is why I’m a virgin — I don’t want to sleep with someone who just wants to sleep with me. No one has passed this test.
Moral of the story = men are stupid
It think I’m going to go to a show, then walk sixth street alone and see if I can get in anywhere… because I usually can, but the other youngsters I’m usually with can’t hang…
This is the state of my life.
Out of the thousands of movies available on Netflix, I pick the one with a character who bears uncanny resemblances to a guy from the past. I mean, he’s not necessarily anyone important… but he represents something that I had thought I had wanted, someone that when it came down to it definitely wasn’t the right fit. But I mean, it’s hard to rationalize away from such a...
January 2012
13 posts
“Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn’t a song that...”
– Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys (via selfinspiration)
I definitely do not want a boyfriend…
But I do want a friend, who also happens to be a very tall, attractive, intelligent, funny, and kind male… Who I can grow really close to… Emotionally and physically… and not worry that he has other female friends of this nature…
But I definitely do not want a boyfriend.
One day, I’d love to have a blueberry farm. Not a big one or anything, but just a few acres of blueberries. I suppose this will come sometime after law school.
Goals:
-To not let my jealousy get to me so much. I need to not give a shit about what other people have or don’t have; think or don’t think; need or don’t need.
-Be happy for others, and not let what I don’t have get me down and keep me from working toward earning these same things for myself.
-Focus on myself, by not becoming caught up in jealousy, not getting in my...
That strange moment, when your alcoholic retired police officer father offers you a beer… But I like beer, and there’s nothing wrong with that. This is where we meet. I’m still very young and he’s getting older. He works an entry level job at a liquor store, and I have three jobs, an internship, live thousands of miles away, send myself to school and do just fine.
This is...
December 2011
20 posts
Drinking beer and doing laundry. Livin’ the life.
I should go to bed. But instead, I’m up watching Troubadour Texas and Christmas movies on Netflix.
You know, God forbid I ever actually have a relationship with anybody. Could you imagine the royal mess I’d make out of that one? Yeahhh, I can too… I little too well.
Seriously… Why must I run into his older brother EVERYWHERE? I’m trying to get some work done, damnit!
I feel like he knows everything, and is therefore silently judging me for it from across the room.
On a positive, less-awkward note — at least I didn’t drunk dial/text him this weekend. Small victories.
What in the hell have I been bitching about?
I may not have money, or any one that really gives a damn about me within 2 thousand miles… but I care about myself a lot, I love Austin more than anything, and I’ve got a bunch of awesome stuff going on for me.
I think there could have been something good there. But I’m a moron. Now he hates me. But even worse, I feel like he lost respect for me now.
Good God… I can’t help but wonder what I had texted Saturday night…
It’s probably better that I don’t know.
I’m determined to go on tour with Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers. This is a possibility too for the following reasons:
I love their music and them
they don’t seem like assholes
they have a female tour manager
they’ve taken on college-aged interns before
they’ve had a young female on tour before
Now I just need to make it happen. Summer 2012… I really hope...
I get drunk and make an idiot out of myself through every possible means of communication. It’s kind of a pattern.
Never in my life have I been more ashamed. I’m in my bed, safe, and still drunk which I suppose is something to be proud of considering where I could be…
But I’m still a fucking idiot. I lost my phone (that I pay for and will have to replace), I text messaged people like an idiot (again), I forgot to turn in a worksheet that was due at midnight, and I have to be at a brunch...
I can’t sleep. Fuck my life.
November 2011
32 posts
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My grandfather died and left my family this video will. R.I.P papi.
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Every Friday night/Saturday morning I think to myself, ‘why does my mouth taste so nasty’… As to the fact that I didn’t drink too much tonight, I know know that what I taste is Shiner Boch and way too many cigarettes.
