Friday, September 05, 2003 @ 12:57am | Entry no.305 | can you help me find a way to carry on again? ||   mood    tired   || ||   music    "187" _ Senses Fail   || I believe in you I'll give up everything just to find you I have to be with you To live, to breathe, you're taking over me -"Taking over me" - Evanescence My hair is red and it smells like hair dye and avocados. I'm not too sure I like this smell. I don't like being in Jersey. I forget sometimes that I'm a girl. That's not too good a thing. Maybe tomorrow I'll dress up all pretty, not that it'll actually do anything, since there are no boys, except those little mallrats. Yuck. I'm tired. I want to go to bed, but I'm enjoying the conversation I'm having with an online guy. And it's a Jersey guy too. Hopefully, in a few months when I've gotten to know him better, he'll be my first Jersey friend. Wow, how sad is that? I need to get out of here. It's pretty damn sad when I'm getting all excited about the possibility of having a friend months down the line. ((sighs)) I need a massage, I wound up being very lazy at work today, and I'll be lucky if I break 550 this week. Money! Give me lots of money!!! I want to buy pretty toys for my pretty boys! Yeah, being random. I've noticed, especially with my newer entries that my writing has gone completely downhill. I tend to deviate from the topic that I wanted to delve into, and go into this silly little rant that leaves me looking like a simple-minded fool. Oh well, thinking hurts my brain, especially since I'm up for a better part of the day, so any original thought, it's completely burned out of me by the time I get online. Oy, sleepy! ((sighs)) Wish I could be cuddling with someone right now, but alas! Being in Jersey, I lack that option. No boys to sleep on. Sad now, leaving. <33 toodles unburden your soul  ( memory/edit )

Friday, September 05, 2003 @ 09:14pm | Entry no.307 | bad news pour moi ||   mood    cranky   || ||   music    "flavor of the weak" _ american hi-fi   || It looks as though I may not to get to stay in Philly as long as I originally thought. In fact, chances are I might have to come home early. So, yeah. I get back Sunday night, do whatever it is that I need to do Monday, go to the doctor's and then wait around so my arse can be schlupped back to Jersey to MORE working, since Jenny and Jason are quitting, and we're even more short-handed than ever. On a funny note, I wound up doing a refill today. Maybe it's not funny to normal people, but to me, it was. I had no idea what the heck I was doing, but, heck, neither did the lady. Perfect. Practice. But, ugh! This is interfering with my plans! I wanted to see Mike! I wanted to see Chadwick! I wanted to get my tattoo! But I don't think I'll be able to do anything of that for a while, well for another two weeks or so. Ah, but I wanted to see them now!! I wanted kisses!! I wanted to cuddle! Cranky now. So very very cranky. Oh well. Leaving now, because my arse is on the phone and special people need to be paid attention to. Special people who make me smile just by leaving cute little voicemails on my cell phone. Messages that are replayed over and over again, because I'm a weird little obsessive freak. ((sighs)) I think I need some cheering up. I'll go listen to my cutie-pie's message some more. <33 toodles. note I keep hearing "Flavor of the Week"... you're not!! You're more than that! You're my sexy yum-yums! Now quit listening to that damned song, because you're thinking things! unburden your soul  ( memory/edit )