November 2008
To my future husband/better half-
please, hurry up.
“This entire week has been my awkward week. I’m fersure not giving that up...”
This honda's black, like my wife.
If nothing can cheer me up, Bo certainly can.
His girlfriend, however, must go.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Mine was…interesting.
I showed a two-year-old my iPod, and am thrilled to have introduced him to something so wonderful. I also showed an eighty-year-old what an iPod was. Also, I was ganged up on by all the women in my family and given a very awkward “sex talk”. I wish I...
“How am I supposed to pretend I never want to see you again?”
– Vampire Weekend
Me: So I'm feeling the awkward in this conversation.
Him: What do you mean?
Me: I think it's the fact that you know I dig you, correct?
Him: Yeahhh.
Me: See? I'm always the reason for awkward.
Him: No you aren't.
Me: Do you have another source of awkward?
Him: Dangg...
Me: Thought so. I win.
My Christmas list consists of:
-AT&T Quickfire
-Flip MinoHD
-YOU.
Please, make your move.
I’m pretty sure you want it too.
(:
I like it when my friends make surprise visits to my house.
I like when we serenade Alec.
I like it when we play rock band plus trumpet and real drumset.
I like November 21, 2008.
Your overuse of smilies makes me overly-excited.
:D
I think that somewhere, somehow, I messed up.
It’s weird.
I’m at that point where I want to text you, but don’t want you to think I’m a creeper.
D:
I fail at life love.
Please let this work.
Please let this work.
Please let this work.
Why is it so hard to get where I want to go?
Why is it so hard to get you to notice me?
Maybe, things would be alright if this were morally acceptable.
I awoke this morning, cold, shivering.
Unlike most, an immediate smile began to play at my mouth.
I put on some pants and looked into the mirror.
This could do me wonders.
I need something I can hold on to.
Something that can brighten my day.
That will show me that not everything is against me.
Just one thing.
One person.
Why is this thing called a dashboard?
There is no steering wheel attached.
No stereo that plays my favorite tunes.
No air vents with a regulated flow. This is not a dashboard.
I am cold, but I like it.
I do not match, but I do not mind it.
I am tired, but I do not want to close my eyes.
I am alone, but there is so much going on in my head.
I am hungry, but I shall not get food.
I want love, but I know not where to find it.
I need to talk, but my friends are not longer mine.
I think too much, but it’s a good way to pass the time.
I asked my husband if he wanted a divorce.
He said, “why?”
“Because, I feel like I’m forcing you into it.”
“Nah.”
“So do you want to get a divorce?”
“Whatever you want.”
“So, I’m not forcing you?
“No.”
“Then we’re still married. :D”
“:)”
Today, I got married.
My new husband isn’t too fond of this idea.
He will learn to be.
My elbow itches.
Sorry
You know who you are.
I am sorry.
My attempts at helping usually end in failure.
/:
Punk B**** - 3OH!3
“You put my picture in a box, it was the one inside your locket. What happened to...”
I kinda wish I could find someone whose personality compliments mine.
Someone with whom I’d spend my time.
“Kill the lights, these children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast...”
– 3OH!3, I’m Not Your Boyfriend Baby
asphyxiate
[as-fik-see-eyt]
–verb
1. to produce asphyxia in.
2. to cause to die or lose consciousness by impairing normal breathing, as by gas or other noxious agents; choke; suffocate; smother.
on another note;
Today was the most amazing Monday ever.
:D
Tonight, I’m getting nothing done.
And just tonight, that’ll be alright.
Why is it that the things that make us happy are so far away?
That moment of happiness is brief, yet so brilliant.
Can people really find true happiness in another person?
Just their smile can make their day epicly better, and their words can heal hidden wounds?
Why is it that those of us who need just a brief lapse of happiness get it so sparse.
I wish I could capture those small moments...
I just want to be myself.
And I want it to be okay.
“Oh yes, I’m banging one tonight.”
– Bo Burnham
“X’s on the back of your hand, wash them in the bathroom to drink like the...”
– 3OH!3
I burnt my cookies.
/fail.
I’m making Mexican Wedding Cake Cookies
for our fiesta tomorrow in espanol.
Dia de Los Muertos
“I cannot help that I have stalker-ish tendencies.”
I do not like today.
However, new kid in band? Exciting.
I believe he is called David Hurd.
“I’m deconstructive in a constructive sort of way.”
Confrontation and a mass of LOSE.
That person confronted me the other day.
It was awkward to say the least, and I shall say no more.
I found a new unrequited love for 3OH!3.
They make me want to dance…and wear a speedo in public, butnotreally.
I hate exclamation marks.
The emphasis that they achieve is one I fail to need.
If I am excited, I will use caps.
Everything that an exclamation mark can do, caps can do...
