"and after all, you're my wonderwall."

oddly enough, we walked into a bar and the guy on stage was singing and strumming, "i said maaaaaaaaaybe, you're gonna be the one that saaaaaaaaves me...."

do you want to know why i am so obsessed with time travel? because i want to travel five years into the future and i want promises kept.

jenny, jenny, why so sad? because confusion never hurt so much.

sitting on the hotel bed with my hands placed gingerly on my bent, bare knees. i am looking at you and wondering how we ever arrived at such a strange place. i want to believe that you are telling the truth. but the fact that we are in this situation in this context tells me that honesty is not the highest priority.

so i follow what i told myself from the start...don't do this. karma will bite you in the ass on this one. i've been on the other side of this and it humiliating. so why do i feel so hurt right now?

damned if i do, damned if i don't. keep my head held high and maintain a little self respect.

espionage.

i have been subconciously sabatoging my own relationships in the last six months. because i have been lying to myself.

i am a hypocrite. i am a hypocrite who needs to stop lying to herself.

i am not sure how to fix this problem. but i want and need to fix this problem. because we all deserve* more happiness in our lives.

*deserve is not the word i am looking for, but its the first that comes to mind.

cold nose.

i've been thinking about getting rid of my ipod and buying another. gals don't wear an engagement ring after the engagement has been called off.

and neither do i.

it is approaching 10pm, by the time i get home midnight will be lurking. i promised myself i would go out and be social tonight but that was twelve hours ago before i worked without breaks before i drank on the job before the cold night air bit my legs.

i am in serious need of some legwarmers.

there must be some toros in the atmosphere.

i secretly pleasure in working so much; it gives me a reason to not worry about social plans.

neglected

Self-depricating humor doesn't work if you're talking about someone else.

Oh, online journal, soon I won't neglect your sweet nectarine. Tu eres mi melocoton.

Truly.

i fell for you, baby, like a bomb.

she drops the bomb on page 606 (with sound).

even more scandalous than when ginny weasley gets called a SLUT.

tell me what you have, and that's when i'll know if you have anything to start with.

yo vivo en el área gris.

no deseo a algún otro, simplemente, yo no deseo cualquier persona.

si su corazón le ciega, usted está faltando mis muestras vitales.


i live in the grey area.

i don't want someone else, simply, i don't want anyone at all.

if you are blinded by your heart, you are missing my vital signs.

son el luchar del breakdance!

el ayer por la noche estaba del gancho.

tengo un chica.

estoy creyendo en tu y la cancion que juega en la radio me recuerda tu.

"tengo una chica y ella tiene un chico."

una cancion de la felcidad.

éste es yo sin tu. soy mejor que era.

para tu, quien muertesme,

secretamente, falto Chicago. falto Illinois. los juegos de los cubs, amigos, teatro experimental, los lugares llamo el hogar. funcionamiento en los pies pelados atrasados en la noche que grita los secretos a la luna.

su gente no justa que pronuncia ' idea ' como ' i-deer '.

festival de intonacion es 16-17 de julio. lollapalooza es 23-24 de julio. el teatro de los amigos es julio 29. la boda de mi amiga es 6 agosto.

soy duele; no te puedo decir estas palabras.

en mi corazon, mis ojos lluven.

estoy aquí y ustedes están allí.

yo no soy tuvo siempre.

In the literal sense.

A box office manager can not live on iced coffee alone.

Professional To Do List

Is the first sign of succumbing to corporate whoreality when you make lists titled, "Professional To Do List: Write ideal job description, Create a guide to working and operating without me, Buy business suit, Fill Rolodex."?

Maybe not the first, but certainly not the last.

Gone are the days...

Of noserings

Of rock shows

Of crazy hair.

Growing up is for chumps, man. A weekend rockstar? The weekend starts on Wednesday, baby.

The Outré Lounge.

Bored at work, put off by the stigma of the kids at livejournal, this is all completely on a whim.

Have I become so jaded that I'm immune to heartbreak? A friend once told me that I'd never know I was alive if I didn't cry.

So am I dead inside? Or did I give up a long time ago?

An ex told me that "apathy was the biggest problem in our country". I'd agree, but I don't really care that much.

Signed,

jaded and apathetic