the end of november.

this is my fifth and final attempt.
i keep waking up with new battle wounds
and no recollection of how i got them.
i've been fantasizing over the prospect
of packing my bags and heading overseas
when the weather turns warmer.
i need some new horizons.

like britney spears i feel like
every day is groundhog day.
&&i don't understand when being single
turned me into a leper.
is someone going to come to my house tomorrow
and ship me off to some remote island
just because, right now,
i don't want to be somebody's baby?!
everyone at work wants to tell me how to live.
and apparently the answer to everything
is to let go and let someone in.

december is going to be a better month.
of this, i'm sure.

it wasn't me. i wasn't there.

i think someone's been trying to write
their name on my arm.
the past two days i've woke up
with a new cut on my arm.
the two cuts are forming the letter "y".
perhaps i'm being haunted by a ghost named
"yuri" who wants to take me back to his homeland.
that could be pretty adventurous.

"heaven is a feeling i get in your arms"

every so often i feel the need to embark on an adventure.
lately i've been fantasizing about the idea
of going to europe this summer.
i'd go alone,
but my mom and mgmt
are fearful for my life.
i need to a find a traveling friend.
i want to climb into someone's suitcase
and wake up in unfamiliar territory.
until then all i can do is read these books i've checked out from the library.

it's sunday.

so i wrote this entire blog
about ghosts, living in new york,
the killers first album,
how you were in my dream twice again last week,
but not you - you self-centered son of a bitch,
my love affair with alcohol,
and how i can't remember the last sober thing i did.

but it was boring.
and i've got a gma to discuss life problems with.

&& this is why i love bffls.

we're only halfway there.

our drunk faces.


their happy-go-lucky cute faces.


window-shopping lovers.


bad decisions in a bottle (disguised).



once again, too bad he likes dick.

boooooooooooo!

it's really only tuesday!!!!

this has been me all day.
i don't know why i have to procrastinate til the last minute.
it's exhausting.
i'm exhausting.



thanks ladies for the bathroom refreshments last night.
kudos to you and mad dog and the yummy vodka mix in a bottle.




if you want to
i could save you
i could take you away from here.
michelle branch lyrics
or a plea for you to let me in?

just a few from the weekend.

there would've been more
but i didn't know where my purse was most of the time
or my camera
or myself.


good times though.
thanks friends.

my friday night plans

we're all gonna blackout together.
or so they say.

hi. hello. and how do you do?

-www.tarpeyphoto.com

look in the left corner.
yeah that's me getting fed a pitcher of beer by aaron.

shit is funny.


in other news,
i'm off all weekend let's celebrate.

BFFFFFL:have you met yet?

we have a black president

and i woke up this morning
with hardly any clothes on,
completely still drunk at 2pm,
having missed all my classes,
a pain in my arm from where someone bit me,
a missing debit card,
smeared mascara all over my face,
and loose change and alex's clothes scattered all over my car.
if this wasn't a normal occurence, i might be really really
shocked and upset.


i've decided no more shots on tuesdays.
i did ground control around 3
and texted all the appropriate parties
to apologize for my dramatics.
if i forgot someone ... oops.

but today's a new day.
we have a new president
and i can't even remember so and so's name anymore.




fuck bitches.
our president has a huge cock.



(p.s. HI AMBER. this was for you.)

these past two weekends...