Thursday, October 28, 2004

He sees that I'm shy while lying in light, and helps me laugh away my insecurities. I feel beautiful beneath his touch. Boy oh boy, what this boy could do to me.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 23:56 | |


Sunday, October 24, 2004

Each time I give away a little more of myself. Last night, I saw myself in love with him. Not love in that instant, but tomorrow-love. Love that comes on strong; out of no where and every where at once. Laying in his arms, kissing his lips, laughing for no reason other than to hear his voice ask for one.
Today I'm playing tug-of-war with my own emotions. Maybe he's sleeping. Maybe he's not interested anymore. Maybe his phone's broken. Maybe I should stop worrying about all the maybe's there could be and just let it go. Leave him alone.
I got my nails done again yesterday. I dyed my hair, washed my uniforms, felt good for the first time in a long while. This morning I awoke, hoping the day might end in a similar fashion, with a similar outlook on life and love. Here's to hope.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 21:27 | |


Saturday, October 23, 2004

It's been quite some time since I've written here. Or anywhere for that matter.
Steph's still moving out, but it will be a bit later than the first of November. She wants to sit out her time in jail, find a new job and settle a bit before moving back in with her parents.
Mary is trying to set me up with her nephew Jake. He's really cute, and charming, and exciting, and has the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Monday night we went bowling with a few of his friends, and Randi and I kicked his butt (without gutter guards, thank you). Afterward, I got a little too stoned and shy, and didn't talk for about 30 minutes. Very embarassing, but it must not have cost me many points because he still seems interested. Last night, I brought Steph and Jonathan over to his house to watch Requiem for a Dream and Shrek 2. Maybe tomorrow night I can get him alone... You know... get to know HIM, not just who he is around everyone else.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 23:10 | |


Monday, October 11, 2004

Poshboy12: Harvard is such a prty shcol
Poshboy12: schol
Poshboy12: school
Poshboy12: paryt
Poshboy12: party school
Poshboy12: :-D


dr0wningophelia: hey jon... how drunk are you?
Poshboy12: um.
dr0wningophelia: lol
Poshboy12: I've had 8 (that's e38tiht) drinks.
Poshboy12: and I'm trying hard to tyep
Poshboy12: coreclyt
Poshboy12: correclty
Poshboy12: so I'm not thaaaat bad.
Poshboy12: but I'm bad.
Poshboy12: like in thne Mcihael jackson sense.


dr0wningophelia: you really can't type
Poshboy12: I know.
Poshboy12: I'll go back to trying really hard to type.
dr0wningophelia: hehe, don't worry about it
Poshboy12: okay good
Poshboy12: 'c'sue I didnd' tknow how long I'd be able tod ot hat.


Poshboy12: I'd love to sleep with you
Poshboy12: wait
Poshboy12: that came out wrong
Poshboy12: I'd lvoe tos leep.
dr0wningophelia: feeling's mutual



.:dr0wningophelia:. 23:27 | |


Saturday, October 09, 2004

Stephanie is moving back in with her parents by the end of the month. I feel as though I need to be in search of a new best friend. This one is taking a step back, and out of my life.
I told Dad today; he said she doesn't owe us an explanation, that money's been tight on him lately and maybe this will help, but he hopes she isn't leaving because of something we've done. I need more of an explanation than she's given me. Yes, I realize it's difficult to share a car, to juggle schedules, to see me day in and day out, but I've been having an all right time with it.
Maybe it's just me, but I hate losing you.
Her parents say if she moves back in with them, they'll pay for her car, her insurance, her schooling... She'll have time to save up before we get our own apartment... If we get our own apartment...
Honestly, I hate how personally I'm taking this.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 11:50 | |


Tuesday, October 05, 2004



.:dr0wningophelia:. 13:12 | |


Saturday, October 02, 2004

I hate my job. I was scheduled to work today from 4 until 10... with Jason and J.R. 9:45 rolled around, I got a little antsy and asked Jason if I could straighten the Wall, then go. Job was done, I'm ready to get out, I hear Jason yelling all around the store, "Someone must have walked behind you and UNstraightened the entire wall! How rude of them!" I thought to say, "I straightened the wall. Yes, some cover boxes are missing." Instead I yelled back, "It's Saturday night. I'm cranky. Let it go," clocked out and walked out.
Maybe I should call and apologize for being flaky this week, but then I'd need to come up with an excuse/reason... and that's just too much effort.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 20:05 | |