Category This is what happens when you’re bored.
Eighteen Days.
“We have the right, and the obligation, to tell old stories in our own ways, because they are our stories.” – Neil Gaiman My ex is still: alive, and that’s always a nice thing to know. I’m listening to: Johnny Cash, and it wasn’t my choice. Maybe I should: get ready to go home for […]
Two Thousand and Three.
I just found this on my old diaryland journal. Based solely on this, it’s amazing how little I’ve changed. But seriously, skater boys? I was so completely eighteen when I wrote this… July 10, 2003 I have brown hair. I wish I had green eyes. I love to sing. My attention span is small sometimes. […]
Unexpected Liberation 