Saturday, June 21, 2008
tomorrows, post, tonight...sorry it's early, deal with it
;) judge me.
sorry it's late.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
stalk my life.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
As I go....
seriously? seriously?
Anyone who knows me knows that I have little triggers, things that set me off, one of them is making me continuously making me feel like a failure. At 9:30 in the morning, I DO NOT want to be bothered, leave me alone, for like 2 years I have scheduled most of my life, to fit my awful sleeping habits, I can’t sleep most nights. I usually don’t go to bed until the sun comes up, even with no distractions keeping me awake I will stare at the ceiling all night long, until about 4:47 when I can see the sky change colors. I’m pretty much okay with waking up between 10 and 1 in the afternoon, don’t invade my space, or my time. Especially by telling me what I’m doing wrong with my life, it’s obviously not your job to live mine, so don’t try to, it’s not yours, once again it’s mine. Just thought I should throw that out there. Another thing, I do have limits, one of them, is privacy. Don’t come into my area and go through my things or check up on what I’ve “been up to”. There’s a reason for every life decision I make, that reason is no business of yours. If it was you’d be a shrink. And you’re not.
and my neighbor just drove by on like a mini trick bike and I'm sitting in my driveway in my pajamas typing on a laptop. seriously? seriously!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
so about that
Just give me a call when you feel better. Have you ever felt completely jaded? I’m feeling jaded, as if everything I have right now is not what I’m supposed to have, instead of a house in the country, I’m supposed to have an APT in the city, or a house on the beach. Most definitely not this. It's not what I need, I feel like I need space, but more importantly, independence. This is not something I ever wanted for myself, I never in my life wanted a three story house, all to myself. I want a flat. I want to be rich. I want an amazing body. I don't want this. Here, I write, I feel so lonely, but I write. I don't like this at all, and I just realized this is sounding more like a lifetime drama then a blog, but it's true. In the north there's cold winters, weird grocery stores, and me. I'd much rather be in the south...trust me.