February 2012
27 posts
“A bad ass broad is made, not born. She’s a sinner with the heart of a saint....”
– blissbombed
Talking Shit about a Pretty Sunset
It’s funny how quickly life changes. One day you know one thing to be true, and the next day it isn’t. Someone makes you really really happy, and then they shatter your heart. Something brought you all the joy in the world, but you gave it up. You took something for granted for so long, and finally realize how lucky you are to have it. How does life do it? How do you trust something...
I just had a thought.
Actually…that’s like the dumbest phrase I’ve ever heard of. I have zillions of thoughts everyday, every minute. So I didn’t JUST have a thought. But I think something finally just clicked in my head. It may have taken like a month and a half, but hey. Better late than never. Which, by the way, is also a stupid phrase. There are so many things...
Bad bitches.
I’ve been spending time with an old friend recently, someone who knows me completely. It’s hard to find those people, but when you spend at least an hour a week with someone for years and years, they kind of get to know you like…entirely. So this friend told me that as long as she’s ever known me, she’s always seen me as having two very different, but very present sides. There’s the one side...
“This is a very simple game. You throw the ball, you hit the ball, you catch the...”
– Bull Durham
Drunk Jenga
I knew the answer. I knew the only way things could ever work would be if he came to me. I knew it, I knew it. I’ve even said that out loud to other people. But sometimes my heart says something that my head says no to. Actually…that happens a lot.
But now I’m sitting here, surrounded by friends, but still feeling this teensy bit of loneliness that chases my soul. I know that...
Lonely boy.
Everything is just too much sometimes, you know? I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes a whole bunch of days just jump me at once. I guess in the scheme of things, I don’t really have that much to complain about. In fact, my life is really really really great. I finally have friends that I truly love and want to be around, I’m about to graduate college and that means I have a...
It’s funny the things you only remember about someone once they’re gone.
Tonight I remember the way the gravel of the driveway felt underneath my feet every time I jumped out of the car when we pulled up. I remember the hummingbird feeders hanging from the trees in the front yard. I remember the way the screen door slammed shut behind me. I remember the way the house smelled. I...
Lexie: If Han makes four cups in a row, is she on fire?
Erik: Yes.
Heatin’ UP with my bestest friends :)))
Q
Last night someone asked me what I was most afraid of. Not just what scares me, but what I’m most afraid of in light of the rough past couple of months. What kind of a question is that? Like how do you answer that? I stared at the underside of the coffee table and the giant letter Q written in chalk on it, just like I used to do when I was a little kid, except now that coffee table is in my...
S296
- The way Lauren laughs when something is actually funny
- Hearing Ashlyn swear and use the word “tits” all the time
- Thirsty Thursdays
- Tanning with Lexie and then complaining that we’re itchy
- Letting Ashlyn practice injections on us
- Making fun of Lauren when she practices her pageant walks
- Getting Santana’s with Panda
- Trying to scare each other as much as...
“Every time I get my toenails done and the lady asks if it tickles, I just want...”
– Amanda Clark
“Whenever we give up something we really care about, we hope that the universe...”
– Gossip Girl
Happy birthday, Charles Dickens! Here's a G.K.... →
“In Poland, we have a saying. Love is like a head wound; it makes you dizzy, you...”
– Dorota, Gossip Girl
2/4/05
This is the first of three hard posts I’ll be writing over the next few months. They’re not so sad that you don’t want to read them; I think you’ll like them, actually. They’re sad for me though. Sad to write and sad to think about. But writing is what I do when I’m sad. Actually I write from every emotion: grief, betrayal, love, regret. Writing is like an axe...
"I need you to know something...you're worth a...
Life tells us that you’re not in love unless you can’t live without the other person. Every speech in the movies where the guy runs to the girl and says he doesn’t know who he is apart from her, every song that says the one person was never really alive until they saw the other, all those stupid jewelry commercials that play on our idea that there is only one person for all of us...
The person who first inspired me to write is...
I came to write.
That’s why I always come, you know. I come to hopefully make some sense out of the mess inside my head. But sometimes…words aren’t enough. Sometimes words aren’t enough to fix what’s been broken. But you know me. If I don’t have words, what do I have? Sometimes it felt like I had nothing. But that feeling of being defeated is finally gone.
I guess I always put...
This is why you have friends:
To show up at your door when you’re still asleep, drag you out of bed, force you into the car, drive you to Denny’s, and then sit across the booth from you and tell you you look hungover because you’re wearing yesterday’s dress and you hair is a mess.
Thanks, lbeezy. What would I do without you?
