murderotiqua

I believe I have decided that I want to complete the application process and become an SG. I'm going to go fill out my release form right now. I hope this is a first step toward something book-worthy and memorable. I do believe I was never destined to lead an ordinary life. But only time will tell.

It's not raining anymore. What the fuck's up with that?

Right now, the boy is sleeping and I feel utterly alone. But I have Egg, so it isn't that bad. It's probably just the boredom setting in. I think I'll read that pet magazine I got for free at the grocery store this morning. Then I'll start searching for a new place to live because...
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You get farther in life if you're a pretty girl.

My insides hurt.

I'm not suicidal, but living is quite difficult.

I never realized how liberating house-work can be. I was in such a bad mood, but after about an hour of cleaning my apartment, it feels like I was never mad in the first place. Love it.

I hate all of my fucking non-english-speaking neighbours. They park their stupid cars in my stupid garage and never answer the door when we knock and ask them to move. I'm seriously going to raise hell in a couple of minutes. >< And now Derrick's phone is making a beeping sound that is drilling right into my brain. I fucking hate Sundays. ARGH. The world...
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I'm living in California. But I'm missing Oregon. I don't know how I feel about this right now.

I'm going to rule the world. &hearts

You treat my daughter with respect. You buy her breakfast if she puts out.

Portland is a beautiful place, mainly because of how dangerous it is to the human psyche. I sit here alone in my room updating my only contact with the outside world, for whomever to stumble upon at any given time in this so-called life. I'm sexually deprived and at a creative still. I was nominated for a publication in another book, and they set aside...
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