February 2012
Today is just a shit day.
I’ve already bawled in the bathroom, and discovered that my make up isn’t streak proof. I feel ugly, I look like a brick. I’m so lonely and I’m getting angry about all of it.
I’m getting mad at some of the stuff the ex has said to me recently and I’ve been pouring over responses, after the fact, pointing out how hypocritical he...
Lonely as hell.
Dammit, Sully, why don't you like me?
I like the name Aurelia.
Y’know why I love living in Kissimmee? Because five nights out of the week, the air smells like BBQ.
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Co-worker just let me know I’m in his phone as ‘Karma’, y’know, ‘cause I’m a bitch. -_-
I am now taking suggestions of what to rename him as.
I’m in this weird place- weird for me- where I don’t really want to be with him, the idea of hooking up with him seems less and less appealing, for purely emotional reasons, but I’m not seeing anyone in the immediate future to have those activities with- no cuddling, no kissing, no fucking, no nothing… and that it’s more than a little scary.
I was gonna take a bike ride, but it's raining.
instead, I’m in bed, eating chocolates and working up the strength to have a nap.
“I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat....”
– Amanda Grace (via langst)
oh my god, oh my god, this this this! It’s cheesy and it’s trite but it’s true! It’s exactly what I wanted, exactly what happened!
I’m tired of drowning.
I want someone to propose to me.
Not right now, just in general. I want to see what it’s like.
“Can’t we just pretend for a couple more days?”
“I wish I...”
Basically, Cody and I finally broke up.
It’s going about as well as can be expected.
there was another break down today and I’m trying something:
I’m lonely and alone- something I did to myself, I know, but I don’t want to be anymore.
I’m going to start going out, by myself. I’m going to put my big girl heels on, wear make-up and shave my legs and go out in public. I’m going to make myself do this. I feel sick-ish and stressed and I’m so...
I have decided to forsake carbs (except croutons and chocolate) and drinking for the next two weeks- which is really hard to do when watching a non-stop marathon of Cougar Town. Man, I’m missing wine right now…
This is an apology for all the self-pity spam last night.
My bad, y’all.
Hi. My name’s meg and I really want attention.
it;s my last night ‘off’ for a while and I’m spending it alone, miserable.
I wrote an entire episode of the web series we’re planning. I finally did it. No one else was stepping up and writing so I did. And it rocked. It was so good.
and the FUCKING computer didn’t save it. I hit the save key every five minutes. And it didn’t save. It’s not there. All...
I am having a terrible, fucking evening.
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Stressed. The fuck. Out.
I have fifteen minutes to deposit my paycheck before the bank closes and the line I’m in hasn’t moved for ten minutes. None of them have. I don’t put this check in, I don’t eat this weekend.
Seriously? Are you transferring funds to an offshore imaginary account, rape van in front of me?!
Fuck!
I’m watching Cougar Town, ‘cause I wanted to see if it lived up to the hype- it does.
It’s the Halloween episode in season two when she gets a hug from her Dad in a bear costume.
And I’m bawling. We used to be the bears, it was our thing. And he’s really gone and I miss him so much. I’ll never hug my Daddy again.
This sucks.
It’s very easy to get bogged down. I work this job that’s colorless and endless and I try, sometimes, to imagine I’m something greater, or add some romance to the daily routine- pretend I’m Cinderella, or think about the series I could write based on my wacky exploits, imagine my co-workers are NBC compatible characters and that all my woes can be bundled, digested and...
and beer-induced breakdown is a go.
I’m taking a vow of not-paying. I officially can’t afford my friends.
Sometimes I wonder if he looks at me and thinks, ‘Oh my lord, I slept with that?”
Worst MacDonald's experience ever.
It’s moments like this that make me glad I can’t tip there.
ya know what’s fun? going facebook-stalking people I haven’t spoken to in years, seeing all they’ve ‘accomplished’ since last we spoke, and reminding myself how grateful I am that their sniveling, conceited, know-nothing ass is out of my life.
good riddance.
