Look at me, here I am, right where I belong.

Hola boys and girls! Como estan?

Well, school has reared it's uggo head and It's time for an old fashioned freak out by none other than Theresa Elizabeth Wolff! As you all know I do love me some learnin', but knowledge does come at a price. That price is nothing less than actual money, for I have to cut my work hours down. Now, I'm sure ya'll think this should be a fairly painless procedure, but as Bugs Bunny would say, "He don't know me very well, do he?". I have worked 40ish hours for the last 6 years of my life and it ain't an easy task cuttin' that down, even if it is by only about 8 hours. I rely on that money and love saving. This caused a very turmoiled brain. Thank heavens for Ezra, and after hours of coaxing, he convinced me to let him pay my half of rent for the time being. I will owe him when I have a career and he is able to take some time off to write his children's book. Granted, that will be in around five or so years if we are still together. But I really have a good feeling that we will be. I know EVERYONE feels that they will be together forever and ever, but I don't feel like forever is necessarily the correct word or even possible. I do, however, feel that Ezra and I are a very good match and I really, REALLY, love him. He makes me happy. Genuinely happy. All of the time. Yes, he is stupid and talks about my moustache too much on the wrong day, but daggone it, that shit doesn't matter. He doesn't have to fawn over me like previous boyfriends to prove that he loves me. He doesn't have to buy me stuff to prove I'm the one he wants to be with. It's a common knowledge between the two of us, and that, my friends is something I have never experienced before. Never mind the fact that we are WILDLY attracted to each other. Especially now that he has a ducktail and a handlebar moustache. Turnin' me on left and right, that boy is.

ANYWHO, I know not everyone wants to hear about my sex life (email me privately and I will give details!), so here is the rest of my existance as of late...

I hate my job, the boss that took my place sucks a fuck.
I still need some girlfriends.
Living with three boys means that the house is ALWAYS messy and smelly, cats I can handle, boys are gross as all get out.
My dog brings me more joy than I care to mention and I am certifiably obsessed with her.
I sent my transcripts to San Antonio and I am one step closer to escaping the midwest.
Good shows are coming up, the question now is will anyone actually go with me to any of them.
Ezra got us an iPOD and I dig the fuck out of it.
Salsa party is tomarrow!

Well my fateful friends, I must be going...Life awaits.

P.S. My title is from the movie Muppets Take Manhatten if you didn't know, now go watch it bitches!

Negative Ghost Writer

Wow I am slacking again. I knew it would happen. Working 40+ hours a week is not conducive to productive blogging. I will give you a run down of my week...here goes:

Thursday 10th- Ezra and I went to Ann Arbor to get tattooed. I was hellbent on finishing my left forearm and getting my mummy I have been wanting. Alas, the night before I could not for the life of me figure out how I wanted it to look. So I went with the spur of the moment back up of the vampire pug. Good game, Wolff...it looks awesome. I love it and love the girl who put it on my body. She will finish both my forearms before I leave, hopefully.

Friday 11th- Art show, art show! I had to work until nine, so I couldn't be there from the git go, but I came anyway super excited to suppport my mizzan. His stuff was for sure the best and I was super duper proud of him. He's one of those annoying people who can make things that he wants to happen, happen. Unlike yours truely. I suck at pretty much everything artistic, no big deal though, I've come to grips with that fact. And I got my serial killer paintings out of the deal too. One of Dahmer (le sigh) and Ramirez. Came home to some killer sex, too.

Saturday 12th- Ummmm...I can't remember if I did anything. Oh I didn't. Worked and watched the Buddy Holly story. Fucking Busey.

Sunday 13th- Holy fuck, best day ever. Started it off by working 9 to 3, then coming home, dyed my locks, because my grey was overpowering my life, and got mega hot for the show that night. What show, you ask? FUCKING TOM WAITS. OMG it was amazing. Life changing to be exact. That man was phenomenal. Breathtaking. Left my quivering in my ballet shoes and red lipstick. Jim Jarmusch was sitting behind us too. Pretty fucking sweet. Fuck all of you who said I paid too much for my ticket (I would have paid triple). Worth every red cent.

Monday 14th- Um nothing. Worked 8-4, napped, watched Flavor of Love with Ezra and Ryan. Best fucking show on TV. I normally would say Project Runway is the best, but it is frustrating me as of late, they keep kicking all of my peeps off. Anyone that resembles Crispen Glover/Carlos D. (from Interpol) is panty saturating in my book of love. It's not over yet. If they kick my black dude off, I'm stopping the viewing. Probably not, I'm all talk.

Tuesday 15th- Worked 12-9. Came home, went to Erin's (akron) and had a fun time at a little gathering. I really like all of Ezra's friends. They make me feel welcome and they dig Ezra and I together. It makes me feel good.

Wednesday 16th- Worked 12-9. Came home, showered and watched V for Vendetta. I don't get how people said it sucked. I mean I wouldn't see it again, but I enjoyed watching it. I like post-apocalyptic movies anywho. 1984 is one of my fav's. You couldn't even tell that the Matrix people directed it, except for this really cheesy sword throwing scene where there were little acid trails following the swords. That was towards the end though.

Today!- Ezra and I's one year anniversary. Doesn't really mean much, but it is sort of cool that we have gone a year and have never had a huge fight, never had a dry sex period and still really get along and make each other laugh. It feels nice. I really look foreward to continuing my life with him and moving to Texas together. He's my rock and roll.

Tomarrow- We (moosh and me) are going to the Andy Warhol museum in Pittsburgh for our anniversary trip. He's never been, and I love the floor with the cum paintings and glory holes. Romance is in the air!

Thanks for listening to my ever boring life. Shit is good right now, so I have no strife to write about. Good for me, boring for ya'll!

fuck the world

I seriously feel like such a cow pile of shit. When am I going to stop hating my self/body/everything? Does this ever go away? I think not. I really hate Myspace and I think I'm going to delete my account. I don't need to talk to these people that much anyway (except Lisa). It drives me crazy. I hate being nosy and it's a petty idiotic thing anyway. Oh look at me, look at me...look at all these crazy poses and how hot my bod is. I totally fell into it and now I'm done.

I'm really freaking out.

Fuck the world. Fuck everyone. Fuck comparing myself to other people. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.

In other news, I'm not going to Baltimore because Ezra and I are broke. I need to save money because we are for sure moving to Texas. For sure. And we are getting tattooed in Ann Arbor on Thursday and that will run me like 200 dollars. Oh sheesh.

I'm going. Sorry I'm being a spaz, but I'm sick of feeling like shit all the time.

Money talks, but it can't sing and dance!

So, here are some points I have been pondering...
1) I would have a kick ass body if I were a few inches taller. I think my dance classes stunted my growth. I have a really short torso.

2) I am really happy that Amy is spending the night tonight. I already bought my bottle of vodka and queued up some traxxx to have a dance party to. We decided that we are going to have some riotgrrl fun and make mayhem and be destructo. Wheee!

3) Ezra and I got into an lover's quarrel the other night. Repeat: my boyfriend loves me and is not against me, I do not have to have 35oo barriers up to protect myself from being trampled on. He is on my side. He does not play games with me to make me think that he is being distant. My mind is the one that plays mind games on my mind (uh, what?).

4) I want to have a kid. Bad. Is it because I'm 25 and my clock is ticking? Is it because I got a doggy and I like being a mom? I dunno. Freaky as fuck though.

5) My hair is approx. 60-70% grey. Not that this bothers me a whole lot (thank christ for hair dye), but I'm aweful young for this to be going down. My parents were well into their thirties when they went grey. Curse you cruel world for forcin' me to bear these burdens!!

6) Strangers with Candy movie was sweet. Damn sweet.

That's all I got for now.

The power of Filth compels me!

Sorry about the mondo depresso post. Life just catches up with me sometimes and if you know me I DON'T talk about my feelings ever to anyone. This does help me not to have to look at someone in the eye when I pour my guts out. It really bothers Ezra that I bottle everything up. It upsets him and I feel bad for that, but I despise crying in front of anyone. That's why I wait to talk to him about anything that bothers me until we are lying in the bed, in the dark, ready to go to sleep. That way if I cry, he won't see me do it. I know, I'm weird. You know what else is weird? The fact that my dog takes my dirty underwear out of the laundry basket and licks the crotch. She really is her father's daughter.

Anywho, my weekend consisted of, per usual, work! Friday was good though. Ezra tattooed me and I finally got my John Waters tribute tattoo! It is a pink flamingo with a broken egg rose and a banner that says "filth is forever". Because it really is, forever, it will last my whole life through. I'm gross and not afraid to show it. I never shower, never wash my hair and am a dirty, filthy, naughty little girl. And I have the boyfriend to prove it. And, if you realize it, it really fucking kills to get the inside of your arm tattooed. It was a loverly shade of swollen and purple, so after the flakes peel off and my arm gets down to normal size I will, I repeat WILL take pictures for those who don't have access to my beautiful flesh all of the time. It is pretty sweet, I must say. When Ezra and I go to Baltimore (!) on the 12th of August, I'm going to drop a letter with a picture included off at Atomic Books, so maybe, just maybe, the love of my life will write me back and send me something. Hey, it's worth a shot! After I got my pain inflicted, we went to a family function and had a good goddamn bbq. Yummers. The evening ended with Roza, Ryan, No Serious, Ezra and I watching a special on boobs and watching Best Week Ever drinking Margarita's. Word. The rest of the weekend was work and studying, nothing else.

This week proves to be good though. After my espanol test is the Strangers With Candy movie (yes, I'm trying again, but trust me I will never go to Cedar Lee again)(unless a John Waters flick is playing there). Amy is coming over on Thursday and Kimmie is coming over on Tuesday. Whoopee! And next week are finals!!!!! No more stress, for two weeks at least.

Off I go to school, wish me luck on my test!

If you're hurtin', so am I

So I was driving back from getting a splederific rub down today and Joey by Concrete Blonde came on the radio (My Sirus radio got stolen and I have no CD player or tapes), and I started bawling. See, I really relate to that song because it reminds me of everything I went through with Greg. If anyone out there has ever dated a drug addict, you know how unbearably difficult it is to watch a person you love spiral into a hole so deep that you can't even see their former self anymore. The lyrics of that song really get to me. I have no idea if she is singing about drugs, but it fits me so well. I would have done anything to help Greg. It was so sad seeing him go through something that I could not help him with. Or even understand. I have never been addicted to anything in my entire life, so I had no idea what he was going through.

When she says If it's love you're lookin for/I can give a little more, that is EXACTLY what it's like. Because Greg was looking for love unconditionally, which he has never had before, and I wanted nothing more than to give that to him. But after 34 years of people running out on him and treating him bad, he didn't kow how to recieve it. Drugs took over.

I will never forget the look on his face when he told me he stole my money. He was crying harder than I've ever seen a man cry in my life and was regressing to childlike behavior. Grabbing on me, and holding me so tight. I wanted to die. I wasn't even mad at all, but I knew it was completely over. I felt so bad for him and just held him as I waited for my mother to pick me up from the apartment. After someone wipes out your bank account, how could you not punch them in the face? I don't know.

I wish these memories would go away. But it's all I have of him. I burned everything else after he committed suicide. All I have is this computer that I'm typing on and some random letters at my parent's house. Oh, some stolen dvd's from blockbuster too.

Daddy Gasolina

Oh sweet jesus I am bored as fuck. I really should be studying, but I am having too much fun screaming out things about cock to my roomates.

So I feel really bad about something. Yeah, all that shit that happened with Rob is crappy and now he is going to be part owner of Hooligans b/c the old owner sold it. I feel bad for Ezra b/c he put so much time into that place, and he could have had the chance to have ownership. Now he can't because of me. Granted, we probably wouldn't be together for much longer if he did own a shop (I desperately want to move, and refuse to stick around here for anything/one), but it is a shitty situation that I DO NOT want him to resent me for. Which he doesn't. I'm just an apologetic fool. I always feel bad for shit I can't control.

My life is really crazy right now. Does anyone else ever feel like they can't get a grasp on their own life. I just can't get on top of things no matter how hard I try. I'm like the sweet donkey that has a carrot tied to her head on a stick and she just keeps walkin towards it, hoping she can grab that shit. I can't. My money is out of control, school is out of control, work is out of control. It just sucks. I'm like those dubbed movies that have the lines being said a second after the mouth moves. Alright, alright, enough with the analogies already, you get it I'm sure. The only thing now uber crazy right now is Ezra. Yes Amy Kempe, I know how sick of hearing about the great Ezra you are, but seriously, he keeps me grounded. Through Greg dying, school being crazy and everything, he has been right there, unfaltering support giver that he is. Amazing. It makes me realize that all the stupid shit that he does daily (oh trust me, it is a lot), he deserves getting the best treatment a gal can give her guy. Back rubs and road head galore. Heehee. I'll even buy him some chicken patties and maybe even cook them up for him. Maybe.

Enough with the sappy shit. I'm done being a cheese ball. It is now time to shower (after 3 days) commense doin' the deed.

She's sure fine lookin man, she's somthin' else!

So, here is what is going on in my life:
1. Summer school is kicking my ass. Why did I take two classes this summer when I work full time? Oh yeah, because I'm retarded

2. Work sucks my soul out on the daily. I am so sick of this grind I could squeal. Maybe I will....squeeeeeeee.

3. I am super lonely for some girlfriends. I miss laying in my bed with Amy or Angie and talking celeb gossip and shootin the shit. I need some estrogen STAT!

4. I am really really really in love right now. Like for real. Let me tell you, I've been in some relationships in the past, but this is different. I love love right now, it's treatin' me fine.

5. I have the cutest dog on the planet, a dog that I am majorly obsessed with.

6. I have 10th row seats to see Tom Waits. Fuck yes.

I can't think of anything else. The major thing is that I need some girl time. Karen is home for the summer and we just can't seem to get in sync. Everytime we make plans, something goes awry. It suckies.

Rewind

I'm bringing it back bitches. Seriously this time. I can't help it that I stopped blogging, I honestly don't have time. But I'm going to make time. I really enjoyed blogging...and I slacked off a little. Mostly I stopped b/c Amy came home from college and didn't need to hear my goings on. But I'm back. Better than ever, if you will.

So now I live with 3 boys, 4 cats and a dog. Phew! And P-U too. Cats are fairly stinky. As are boys. So officially I have no time to myself and no space to sprawl. It's cool, I still have Ezra and Hatchie so that's all that I need. Gordon too.

Well, I'm at the jobby job now, so I swear on Gordon's sweet whiskers that I will write a mondo-post tonight. Mark my words.

Is it...a beauty treatment?

OMG am I depressed right now. See all this shit went down with Rob and it has done nothing but make me and Ezra depressed as fuck. It totally sucks because Rob blamed it all on me, which is ridiculous. I just let his comments slide because I felt that they would stop, all the while making me feel like major shit. I have been telling Ezra about it for months, and he finally got sick of it and told Rob he knew, and Rob flips the fuck out. I feel like shit because I blame myself for breaking up a friendship (Ezra wholeheartedly admits that it was not one in the first place, but I still feel so bad), plus the fact that Rob was never a friend to me either. Totally sucks ass. It has really put a damper on this whole good thing I got going on over here. Why are guys such fucking assholes? Seriously, can you be a fucking PERSON for once? I knew Rob was kind of a douche, but I never thought he would react this way. What a cock. I genuinely told Ezra because he HAD A RIGHT TO KNOW that his friend was talking shit about him to his GIRLFRIEND behind his back. I didn't even tell Ezra the extent of how he spoke to me. Fuck him, fuck dudes, fuck Ohio. I can't wait to get the fuck out of here. I am so stressed out from work and school and this bullshit, I'm suprised I'm even able to maintain.

I got a puppy, that makes some stuff better I guess.

Oh well.

i suck

So, I swear I will start writing more. I have been labia majora slacking on writing as of late. Forgive me, forgive me, forgive. I'm at work right now, so I can't write, but I promise a super long entry tomarrow. Seriously.

I GOT A PUPPY!!!!!!!!!

"Booze me up and get me high" - Anthony Zugerie a.k.a Ace

Ok, so I've decided to take a break from my 1/2 hour of taking my stuff out of boxes and putting it away because I hate doing these things. I feel like my life is defined by all of this crappity crap that I have accumulated over the years. Here is what my unpacking consists of: A gaggle of candles that I don't even burn, a shit ton of crappy monster stuff because I don't have the willpower to pass up anything that has a universal monster on it (even if it is the crappiest thing you can imagine), a massive amount of books on various subjects such as monsters, John Waters, serial killers, and deformed human babies, back issues of fashion magizines and Bizzare just in case I need outfit inspiration or to giggle a little bit at human suffering, we will not even comment on the clothes or the pieces with tags still on them, a super gigundous collection of body sprays, lotion, makeup (hey, I used to work at Sephora), and perfumes. I will spare you the rest of my junk descriptions because I want you to have some respect for me. Whatever, I can't even think of how many times through this moving process that people have asked me if I'm giving anything away. You people love me because I fill voids and all of you have self control. Well, fuck self control. I have more voids to fill, fuckers...

Anywho, I am really happy right now. Everything is going great and I am very satisfied that I made the decision to move in with Ezra. He has not made me want to chew his eyeballs out or stomp on his nuts, so all is well. At least I get to have more sex now, and that's always a plus. I've just been extremely busy and not been sleeping enough, so that always sucks.

Something has been making me think of Greg a lot, and I don't know why. It's been...hmmm...four months now since he died and I have pushed it out of my head and I finally think it's starting to float to the surface like a drowning victim. Good analogy, Theresa, way to be darker than the topic...so what do I do now? Fuck, do I go to therapy, or just let this shit fester? I don't know. Festering is my strong point, I keep it all in and develop headaches. That's what I do best. Arrrgh. Life sucks and your ex-boyfriend committing suicide because of you sucks even more testes.

Off I go back to unpacking, so Ezra can come home and tell me how much shit I have. Whatever, he asked me to move in, he knew what kind of feces he was getting himself into.

Free your mind and the rest will follow

I hate moving, I hate moving. I am utterly nervous about moving in with Ezra so soon. I SWORE I would wait at least a year before moving in with a bf and 8 months into this jazz, here I am. I love Ezra more than anything, and he is excited about having me share his digs with him, so what the hey. I have my reservations though. The fact of the matter is that I am so incredibly happy with him right now, it seems (check my record folks) that something will swing around and ruin this. I mean when i think about sharing my life with Ezra for any amount of time I get all hamster running around on a wheel feeling in my tum-tum. I love him. A lot. Yikes. It feels right. Everything that is happening right now feels right.


I need to go to a psychic.

Send me an Angel

I am dying. Literally. I have never been so sick in my life. Here's the thing about me and being sick. I am usually in complete denial that I could ever get sick, that I run myself ragged and convince myself that I am better when I am not. Grr. I have to start moving my shit into Ezra's house today, and I have no idea where to start. This will not be fun. I fucking hate moving. I fucking went to the gym for chrissake's today. What the fuck is wrong with me. Besides the fact that I am convincing myself that I have to get rid of my spare tire asap and want to look super sexy/sassy if I am going on a beach vacation with a lot of naturally skinny girls. I swear to god, everyone I know is naturally skinny. Not I, said the Wolff. I'm really on a self hatred kick today, seriously.

Phew, that was one long rant. ARRRRGGHHH I AM INSECURE TODAY!!!!! HELP ME? All of you people tell me I'm pretty and curvy and lovely. Even though Ezra encourages me to GAIN weight (yeah right sucker), I still feel monstrously grotesque. He makes me feel sexy and beautiful, but it doesn't always last and I look down at my roll or my dimple on my thigh and want to cry. America sucks. Tabloids suck. Fashion rags suck. I love them though. Well, I just bought a new workout video today, so I will do yoga bootie burlesque ballet and be toned AND curvy. Life sucks sometimes.

You can lick my royal hemroids, you fat pig!

I'm sick. Sick, sick, sick. I feel like monsters have been trampling on my skull and little buggies have invaded my nasel cavity. I am itchy and my peehole hurts. I think I have another UTI. It hit me like a ton of bricks yesterday and has only gotten worse since. I never get sick like this. It's mostly the change of weather and probably the plane ride also. This weekend was the horror convention and now I can't go. It's not fair. I am sick of being sick. My ma came over and made me some soup and gave me some meds, so hopefully I will feel better soon. Probably not.

Anywho, I saw Slither last night and it was so totally sweet. I dug the fuck out of it and it was madly funny and gross. LOVED IT. All of these black girls were in the theater and were like "Aw hell naw". Loves it.

Well the whole living situation is gonna change again. I am officially moving in with my boyfriend. Trust me, this was not supposed to happen, I really wanted to wait until at least 1 year before we moved in together. Looks like that is not going to happen. I have to get out of this house though. It totally sucks here. At least I will be saving money this way. I'm just worried this is not the right decision for us. BUT, if we are going to be living together in Austin or Tuscon, or wherever, we should start somewhere.

I'm gonna go watch all my O.C.'s that I have TVo'd. This season totally sucks though.

Don't touch me with those seman stained hands, you big ape!

I'm back from my excursion. Oh shit does it feel good to be back. Don't get me wrong, I had, per usual, the time of my life, but I missed the ole homefront.

The trip started off on a bit of a sour note, as I missed my plane. Nice. Luckily, there was another one a mere hour from the first, so it was not too much of an inconvienence. Angie picked me up and we went to eat at P.F. Changs, which proved to be un-fucking-believeable. These lettuce wraps they had were sooo great, they changed my life. Then we had all the best intentions of going out for a night on the West Chester town, but got sucked into some horrible T.V. as usual, and retired early. I was tired anyway.

The next day we both simultationsly woke up at the asshole crack of dawn and headed up for a jam-packed shopping day! My favorite extracurricular activity! We started off at King of Prussia, and were there for like 5 hours. That fucking place is gigundous. I got some good shit, no boots, to my dismay. Then we went to the Exton mall and I got some more shit. Oh shopping, why are you the only thing that gives me the least bit of pleasure in this cruel world? That night we hightailed it on down to Rex's to get in some quality RedbullVodka time. All the old favorites were there, Jackie, Justin, Zach, Donnie and Colleen. It was mondo fun, but I was very tired and we went home at like one, to sleep off the jampacked day of shopping and drinking.

I can't really remember what we did on Saturday during the day...I know we worked out...anywho, I can't remember because what happened Saturday night was probably the highlight of my existance, and will forever outshine anything else that will ever happen to me...childbirth, death, ANYTHING. Ok, so we went to this club called the 700 club which was mega cute, it looked like someone's grandma's house. This nerdy, hipster/emo dude came up to Ang and I and told us we were the sexiest girls at the bar, and that our outfits were amazing. We were very nonchalant, and said our thank yous, and were on our way. Later, as we were walking to the car after the bar, we stopped some random and asked him for directions. Lo and behold, it was the random from earlier. So he helped us find our way and we got to talking to him and somehow got on the subject of sexy underwear. He goes "I have some pretty sexy underwear on, do you girls want to see?" Fuck yes, we say and he promptly drops his drawers, revealing a lovely black, g-string, banana hammock! Oh my we say. Knowing my love for crazy people, I start snapping photos! Then he asks us if we mind if he takes down his underwear. Angie says I don't know, ask Theresa. Ladies and gents, you know my answer, so this young man drops the panties, revealing a raging hard-on! Creepy you say? Oh contraire, it was trememdously funny! Suprisingly, not weird at all. So I'm snapping away and he bends over, spreading his ass cheeks, to reveal a bountiful purple flower. This dudes asshole was stretched to no end. Beautiful! Colleen says (which is the quote of the century) "If I was single, I'd touch it". Amazing. Then the gentlefellow says, "Do you ladies mind if I masturbate in front of you?" Of course, the answer is no (I was voted out 2 against one) and we go on our way. OMG. This shit only happens to me.

The rest of the trip was uneventful compared to this event. I missed Ezra greatly, and feel happy to be home. Sigh

You can get with this, or you can get with that

I am having a major delimma right now. I cannot go into detail but it is ripping me apart inside. I have something to tell someone that I was not supposed to tell them, and I have to. HAVE to. This not only effects me, but this other person, and one other person. Something is happening and this secret that I've held for 7 months is about to come out. This will change things to no extent and I am freaking out. I feel hurt and angry and betrayed. This sucks. I don't know what to do. I'm scared. 

check out my chrissie behind...it's fine!

A).Why was I possessed with the gene that makes me hate everyone? I swear, the older I get, the my cynical I am. It's very difficult to break out of that, especially when everyone that surrounds me is so GODDAMN STUPID!!!!! Not just customers at work, everyone. I need to stop.

2). I really enjoy watching television. I went without the el stupido box for 2ish years, now I am most definetly sucked the fuck in. And since I got TiVo? Fugget about it. I have been reading alot too, to try to keep my brain from turning into pureed jell-o (sidenote: they actually DID puree jell-o at the nursing home I used to work at...sick).

iii). I MISS EZRA. AND ANGIE. AND ACE. AND AUD. AND AMY. AND DAVE. Seriously, the only people I can stand, I am not able to see when I want to. Karen is a good sub though, I like her.

Commense America's Next Top Model Marathon!!!!!!

I'm in love with a stripper

Well, my sweetie pie left today for Austin. It's bittersweet. Bitter, obviously because I will be without my best friend for six days, and considering the fact that he's pretty much the only person I can stand, that relatively sucks. Sweet, because I get to do whatever the fuck I want to without comprimising anything. Sooo, I'm going out to eat with Rob on Thursday, watching America's Next Top Model on Wednesday, and going dancing on Friday. AND having a sleepover with Amy on Saturday doing girly stuff. Fun packed weekend galore! Even after all that fun, I will still be mondo happy when I pick Ezra up from the airport Monday morning. I know it's hormones and chemicals that take the romance out of love, but daggone it, that oxytocin sure does feel good while it lasts. It's difficult being away from someone that you see everyday of your life. It's cool though, the time apart does a body good. Then I am the one to leave 3 days after he gets back. I am super excited to spend time with the guys and gals in good ole' WestChester. I have soo much fun when I am there. And Target has coconuts again!!!! Do I see a repeat of last years shananigans (sp?)??? My sources point to yes!!!

My depression has let up a great deal since last week. Last week was a killer. I also can't wait to rock out at the plethura of show that are coming. After a dry winter, an abundance of good rockin opportunities are a comin my way!!! I am going to make a valid attempt at posting all of these shows I will be attending on my myspace page, so as soon as I get that damn free times in front of me, I will do so!

I need to vent real quick...Erica has been eating Vicoden like crazy and sort of bragging about it in front of me. Not really bragging, I guess, but talking about it alot and shit. She knows perfectly well about my history with this horrible drug, but continues to let me know how much she is doing it. Greg didn't make a downhill slide with nothing to blame for it. Vicoden led to him killing himself amongst other things that happened to him. He stole all of my money because of it for chrissakes. I really don't think that talking about this shit constantly is appropriate to do in front of someone whose life got ruined by it. Correct me if I'm wrong I guess. People are just genuine assholes and have no idea when to shut up about things. Angie did the same thing the other day with the Adderol. I know it's a different category, but I never want to do pills again. Not fuckin worth it. End transmission 

I love the cock

So Thursday was, as well, the best day ever. It started off with the finale of midterm week, thank Christ, and Ezra picking me up from class. We proceeded to go fuck our brains out because it has been an utterly long time (yeast, cold, bloody drawers), and decided to go to the movies with Angie. It was four o'clock and we had some time to kill before the movie, so we decided to do some well deserved daytime drinkin'. Well flashforeward to midnight when we were still at the bar. 8 motherfuckin hours at the bar. We were joined by Karen and Ryan and it was a grand time. Angie and I spend approximately 35 dollars in the jukebox and played the same songs over and over and over. Sam Cooke has never been played so much in his life. We slow danced to Otis Redding and had the most heartfelt conversations and bonded like we haven't in so long. It feels so good to have that girl here. I love her so much and can't wait to go visit her soon. She makes me happy and not utterly miserable like I usually am. Angie, Ryan, Ezra, and I make a good foursome (shut up sickos) and I am looking foreward to many happy times with them.