February 2012
1 post
January 2012
3 posts
I’m scared shitless, every single day.
December 2011
3 posts
Well. Shit.
I need to re-start my tumble addiction.
Stat.
Tunnel Glimpses.
It’s been years. Years. I shouldn’t feel old enough now to say things like, “Oh, it was years ago.” But it was.
New car. New boots. New coats. New goals. New fears. And the same old tears remain hidden in the ducts that reactively respond when I drive past the streets I walked so many times. I walked without purpose, without guilt. The smell of the morning air never made...
The Truth:
If I could, right now…I’d drop everything:
buy a typewriter,
lease an apartment with a view (in Scotland),
chop off all my hair and then spike up the remaining pixied pieces,
call all of the ex-friends, boyfriends, and family members I’ve learned from, but in the hard way,
put all the money I have (which isn’t much) in an old shoebox I’ve had for too long,
buy a...
November 2011
49 posts
Must. Be. Efficient. (Or not...)
I absolutely loathe those weeks in life when you’re more unmotivated than you’ve ever been in the history of your existence. I’m amidst one of those weeks, calling me back to bed at the worst time possible. WHY can’t I convince myself to do anything remotely productive? That is…besides updating my tumblr and requesting the Internet acknowledge me as a member of the...
Life scares me.
That’s all.
Ingriiidddd.
It is difficult for me to describe how much I love Ingrid Michaelson.
She saves me, every day. Every time.
Download “Ghost”. Now. $0.99.
Save your day.
Wake. Me. Up. UGH.
I will never understand why caffeine continually fails me at 2:30 PM every, single day. How is it that it wakes me out of a sound slumber it 7 AM, but refuses to keep my body from napping over my computer every afternoon?
So many questions go unanswered.
Bluntcard.com →
I’m not claiming that I would ever do this…
Arughoughghghhhh.
I loathe this point in the semester when I have little to no motivation to do anything but sit in my underwear on my couch, eat cheez-its, drink the newly released Yuengling and allow my furniture to swallow me whole.
But that’s okay, I just have the rest of my life riding on the coat-tails of these next few weeks. No big deal.
{wimper}
yes…I’m wimpering.
