Drunken update 2006:
Ryan took me to New Mexico for Xmas, the sky was wide and bright and blue we ate tons of green chili and I adore his family. And him.
Came home to rainy Portland. I love the rain and hate the grey.
Worked the rainy day away, had the second very wonderful conversation with my suprising boss.
Worked out on the treadmill, ran two miles and never got out of the building. Pulled weights too, soon I will kick your ass! (No orgasm this time, too distracted. last time I worked out it came from nowhere.)
Spent the evening playing Backyard Wrestling 2, drinking Pabst; white trash all the way.
At midnight kissed Ryan with lipstick on, and made him look like Robert Smith. I don't get excited about New Years, I just like the snogging.
Bored now, their musical masterbation excludes me.
I want to watch old movies and imitate Audrey Hepburn.
I need to make some extra cash. . . anyone know of somethings I might do besides posing nude on the internets?
My lovely friend just came home from 8 months in Alaska, she is great for talking about every raunchy detail about our sex/love lives.
I want to go dancing.
I want to go on a road trip.
I want to burn it all down.
I have been playing The Sims 2, and I am hopelessly addicted.
I'm still stuck in a rut. I write ugly poetry, draw self conscious drawings, but when I walk around town it's all fairy tales and fantasies.
I miss Santa Barbara. I wonder how much that has to do with anything. It can be like missing a leg sometimes. But I feel that I must prove myself before I go back there...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
otherwise
I am having a dance party all by myself downstairs
listening to my Last FM station
Ryan took me to New Mexico for Xmas, the sky was wide and bright and blue we ate tons of green chili and I adore his family. And him.
Came home to rainy Portland. I love the rain and hate the grey.
Worked the rainy day away, had the second very wonderful conversation with my suprising boss.
Worked out on the treadmill, ran two miles and never got out of the building. Pulled weights too, soon I will kick your ass! (No orgasm this time, too distracted. last time I worked out it came from nowhere.)
Spent the evening playing Backyard Wrestling 2, drinking Pabst; white trash all the way.
At midnight kissed Ryan with lipstick on, and made him look like Robert Smith. I don't get excited about New Years, I just like the snogging.
Bored now, their musical masterbation excludes me.
I want to watch old movies and imitate Audrey Hepburn.
I need to make some extra cash. . . anyone know of somethings I might do besides posing nude on the internets?
My lovely friend just came home from 8 months in Alaska, she is great for talking about every raunchy detail about our sex/love lives.
I want to go dancing.
I want to go on a road trip.
I want to burn it all down.
I have been playing The Sims 2, and I am hopelessly addicted.
I'm still stuck in a rut. I write ugly poetry, draw self conscious drawings, but when I walk around town it's all fairy tales and fantasies.
I miss Santa Barbara. I wonder how much that has to do with anything. It can be like missing a leg sometimes. But I feel that I must prove myself before I go back there...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
otherwise
I am having a dance party all by myself downstairs
listening to my Last FM station