We have a house full of guests right now and I'm waiting to use the only bathroom available in this three bedroom insanely hot old farmhouse, and I'm the only one without a significant other. Just thought I'd throw that out there. I'm the only one without someone to say, "hey, this really sucks. let me just hold you tonight." So, I'll sit here and love on my mac for awhile. Write out all this neediness that is going on inside of me right now. I'll write about random shit, just plain ol' random stuff....
I changed my blog layout. I'm lazy and have yet to set up the date and archiving, adding widgets and stuff. Eh, is pretty much how I feel about it. I'm just proud of myself for changing the template. Fuck, I'm lazy.
My niece left me a note on my suitcase this morning. It says "Welcome to Hotel Olivia". Made my friggin' morning. She's letting me have her room for the next few days. I feel like a pretty princess.
I wish my writing was more raw. I wish that I had time to focus on writing about important things, or things I'm passionate about.
I kind of hope that I would just let myself fall for this dude. I'm almost there, but I still act tough.
It's so quiet here, all I can hear are the toads croaking. It literally sounds like there are thousands of them out there. I have a serious toad/frog phobia. This is not good.
My nephew told me that he no longer eats pencil erasers... I'm so proud.
My mac sometimes makes this sound, like the aliens from "Signs", freaks me out.
I'm really anxious to get back to Chicago, but not so anxious to take the train back. I think this time I'll have some beers.
Okeeee, I think I'm struggling here with stuff to come up with. I'm afraid to lay down and sleep. I'm afraid of the memories my brain conjures up. I'm afraid of how much I may cry tonight. I'm afraid of tomorrow.
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