fell in love with another stranger.

i've never felt so jealous/sickened at the sight of other couples in my life.

bought a bike. my life changes a bit more.

i have nothing real or important to say.

it won't let me add a new entry.

whatever today is, 2008

i drank a shit ton and danced inappropriately with 17 year old boys last night.

it's good to get out of the house and let my inner crazy slut run wild sometimes.

gotta let that freak flag fly.

i feel like shit today. cried twice. panic attacks are a natural occurance when i'm hung over. it seems like an okay trade for one night of sheer, carefree, obliterated ecstacy. i'm surprised i can type again. this morning, the keys seemed to be switching places. i tried to write and gave up.

moved the rest of my room into my car to take downtown to my deluxe apartment in the sky. you're welcome, mom. another free room to decorate with poor taste through the eyes of a genuine schizo. i wonder what the new theme will be... safari in a rose garden speckled with ceramic angels? geeze, i hope so.

most importantly,

today i came to the realization that i will not be having a boyfriend for a while.

i also realized that is completely okay. time to find myself again. [after all that hiding and covering up i did, too. damn.]

new goal:

have my hair dyed dark and stop being so god damn nice all the time.