hohum

what the fawk. not really. everything pretty much feels the same as it always was...ha.

oh yes, thank gawd. all i'm saying. catastrophe averted. phew.

who needs a wheatgrass shot?
this girl.

holy wheatgrass shot

well, here we are. i finally got myself a computer that almost. works. at least it connects to the internet. and once i find someone more savvy with macs, hopefully the cd drive will work too...
this is what i want to say to YOU! You know who you are. you can't just call me and tell me to come over. you are the one that told me we don't have that much in common. i heard you. and now i keep my distance. you didn't even make it to my birthday. or my art show.

happy fricken birthday to meeee

hawt damn, i'm 25. i don't feel any different. lets recap 24.
no job, ambulance ride, no job, sobriety, grad school rejection, beer mug of box wine, employment, nine months of babysitting drunks, additional er visit, meeting the best boy ever only to have him get engaged less than 5 months we stop hanging. ruining the thing after with the best boy (a better boy) cause emotions suck. unemployment, freak out, running, lots of running, falling, falling down, er again. feeling the infinite potential of the universe. getting that talk(again). pretending to be ok with it. crying to Interpol. lights out.

bah. fml.