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john denver/innocence mission: follow me.
currently my song.
AH.
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john denver/innocence mission: follow me.
currently my song.
AH.
over the course of almost a week, my lovelies and i have had a gay ol' time celebrating my big 18th...













as of this saturday, march 25th 2006, i will be an ADULT.
porn, cigarettes, etc.
birthday agenda:
friday: , birthday countdown.
saturday: work? (ugh), tattoo, more birthday celebration.
sunday-monday: mendocino, baby! with the lovely lisa & eileen..and possibly michael. we will see.
WOO!
Oh God, please don't tell me this has been in vain
I need answers for what all the waiting I've done means
You kill me, you've got some nerve, but can't face your mistakes
...
I know what you want to say
I know it but can't help feeling differently
I love you, and I should say it
But tell me just what has it ever meant?
OH what a crazy 24 (48?) hours?
relapse.
emotional overload.
snot.
etc.
man oh man.
WHAT A 24 HOURS!
too much vivarin= sweaty, irritable, and sick dope fiend. (me)
rehab sucks.
i dont want to be home. i want other home. bleh.
i have 17 dollars to last me 2 weeks..i dont start back at starbucks until the 13th.
my birthday is in 26 days. hello, freedom.
which also means day of tattoos, and possible road trip? woo!
miss you, damnit.
starbucks is going well.
i have a cold..but it will pass. as chewy said, "oh, buy a pack of cigarettes; tomorrow is another day!"
birthday in a month.
birthday road trip as well..oh, yes.
moving to down/midtown soon. finally.
..im just really happy.
relief.
its been a while.
oh, but i miss kristina. rumbly.
arrive at dentist.
find out your dentist doesnt work there anymore.
reschedual.
lose atm card.
wait in line.
find atm card.
have 'unavailable' funds.
leave bank, penniless.
sit in front of your work (starbucks).
..for hours.
talking to a homeless drunk. (the whole time)
have every plan fall through.
eventually breaking down into a loud, emotional, almost-panic attack.(partially caused by a small, barking dog.)(that barked for an hour)(whose owner was casually stuffing their fat chink mouth with a noah's "bagel dog")(and acting as though it wasnt their dog barking through their mini-van window).
oh.
while menstrating!
with only one tampon!
...
come early evening.
leave starbucks.
daily routine finally begins .
discover burger king's chocolate-banana shake.(tastes chalky)(and not MY choice).
serenaded with some freestyle rapping.
tortured by sick throat gurgle bubble noise. repeatedly. with the intention to drive me insane.
having no choice but to leave, due to the 13 hour work day ahead.
but, being able to forget earlier days' events, and leaving happy.
moving out in a month.
have everyone i need.
(and happy to know i dont need anyone else)
new job.
am to have money soon..
etc etc
got hired at starbucks.
cleaned house (apartment).
went antique area-rug shopping.
got reaquainted with a close friend.
bid farwell to a cherished friend.
ate moose tracks.
came home.
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