It's sad but true: out of cash and I.[g]O[t].Us[ed].

I've come to realize that I can say whatever I want on my xanga because very few people see it.

Mainly just like, Jenny Ross. Hi Jenny.

So, I think I'll just say, that life was getting really shitty there for a while. Still dunno who I am or what I'll be, or who are the real ones and who is fake and what to make of this that and the other.

But.

I've gotten a large chunk of my problems out of the way [[ie, I'm not going to jail now, so yay!]]

And. I have a car.

So, there is hope now that things are looking sunnier, and as I am getting too old for the stress, this is a good thing. I am ready to be happy again.

Now I need to get my license and force myself into doing homework that I've let build up and to clean my dirty room. BUT....I've been accepted to school and I'm waiting on the call from UPS about my interview...I have somone that loves me and would never do anything to intentionally hurt me because he thinks I'm great, and its a good change. This has never happened before but I am rather liking it. I will hate to leave him in June-July.

That, that's the part I'm NOT looking forward to. Leaving TJ and Smallwood and Jessica.

*sigh*

Chrome Envy.

Ice is cold.

Happy National Pay Off From Your Cheating Lover Day.

Billy Corgan looks like Gerard Way.

Whatever happened to Saturday night?

Gold eyeshadow is a bad idea.

3 solid pounds of chocolate.

That is all.

I hate everyone.

Is it fast enough so you can fly away?

I had a wild weekend. Maybe a little bit too wild. Actually, maybe WAY too fucking wild. In a bad way.

If I trust you, I'll tell you about it later.

[[and finally see what it means to be living]]

I hope I graduate.

the speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk

"Stop hoping and start knowing." --Frankie

the city lights lay out before us

"You're one to talk." --Me

and your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder

"My cousin Jake is obsessed with marmalade."--Livvie

and I had a feeling that I could be someone.

Two pints of booze, tell me, are you a Bad Fish, too?

Jack Johnson's version of "Bad Fish" is awesome. Listen to it, and think about me.

[[Lord knows that I'm weak--won't somebody get me offa this reef?]]

Some crazy shit has been happening lately. I guess the people who matter know about the big shit. Funny how all the bad wants to happen at once, right? But, that's life, I suppose. You live, you get a helmet, you drink, you die.

At least there's rum in there somewhere.

[[Rum and fake roses--that's the story of my life against a soundtrack of songs about being in love with the bottom of a bottle.]]

[[and baby, youre a big blue wave]]

I love music.

You know, I really miss my friends. Like, AJ I see her all the time, but I see alot less of Kellie, and God knows I don't ever see Carley, but like, I also mean people at school. I feel kind of isolated, I hate it, I wish we were all way tight again.

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Jennifer has three new blossoms.

*sigh*

--Toujours Pur xoxo