i think i'm going to move back to pdx early. like next week. l.a.'s no good for me anymore. at least not for now.
last night i watched "9 1/2 weeks" on mute with one hand up my dress and the other clutching a bottle of jack daniels. it was almost as pathetic as my "kindergarten cop" night. i got too drunk and read old journals that i should really just burn.
i think i'm losing time.
my ex-boyfriend is moving to germany. i wish i could go with him without it being like "hey, i'm the creepy stalker ex-girlfriend." i wish we could just be best friends, but every time i see him, i want to fuck him. and i can pretty much always talk him into it. and believe me, it's always good for the self-esteem to have to talk someone into sleeping with you.
and i think vim's mad at me
last night i watched "9 1/2 weeks" on mute with one hand up my dress and the other clutching a bottle of jack daniels. it was almost as pathetic as my "kindergarten cop" night. i got too drunk and read old journals that i should really just burn.
i think i'm losing time.
my ex-boyfriend is moving to germany. i wish i could go with him without it being like "hey, i'm the creepy stalker ex-girlfriend." i wish we could just be best friends, but every time i see him, i want to fuck him. and i can pretty much always talk him into it. and believe me, it's always good for the self-esteem to have to talk someone into sleeping with you.
and i think vim's mad at me