November 2011
1 post
October 2011
7 posts
Drama at work again? And were all possibly getting investigated? For what? Why can’t I just sell diamonds peacefully??!
Why do I never have anything to say here?
May 2011
1 post
February 2011
1 post
January 2011
2 posts
December 2010
8 posts
i am having a wonderful time, at home for the holidays, but i am missing you pretty hard. i love you.
Merry Christmas!!
November 2010
2 posts
October 2010
1 post
September 2010
3 posts
“It will come
the kind of evening that feels like
an American Express...”
– nicole blackman
November 2009
1 post
Ahoy
dearoldlove:
I made a wish at 11:11 on 11/11, hoping I’d see you again and you’d dump your girlfriend, while drinking a shot of that insane Mexican liquor we kept in my cabinet. Being in love with a sailor requires superstition.
August 2009
1 post
May 2009
1 post
April 2009
1 post
what i seem to me
jenwondering:
I was recently trolled by the infamous Unfollow Friday. Strangely enough, this has increased my readership. To be honest I don’t really care about being flamed or the increase in readership, but this incident has gotten me thinking about the creation of my image.
I started this blog as part of a New Year’s resolution to write more for myself. I never wanted to turn it into...
March 2009
9 posts
though i do sort of feel like a big big bitch. walking towards the glass doors leading in through the gym, i could see my favorite bike was currently occupied. i made a bitchface, i couldnt help it. the wife of the man on it saw it and bitchfaced right back. it wasnt until they left that i realized he had a prosethic leg, from the knee down.
gym kicked ass. i really have been making strides there. i’ve developed my own little spin class.
due to contaminated water in north county, champagne is closed for the rest of the week. i reallly cannot afford this. i feel sick to my stomach. good thing i cant buy any food this week!
so ridiculously windy here. officially cancelling my walk with ice, and possibly the gym later. much better idea to stay inside and read.
i am as bad at “tumblring” as i am at actual journaling.
my mother is coming on sunday and i cant wait. i haven’t seen her since june when i moved to california. things have been really tense between us since the LA incident but we worked it all out today.
she was worried about reid and i…. i am too, still, but we’ll see. it is what it is. it’ll work out, or...
i am in no way embarrassed to admit that “lovers in japan” is my new favorite song.
i miss my rory terribly.
it is terrible irony that my one year anniversary with reid is my one year anniversary of losing rory to japan, and i literally would sacrifice anything to see his face again. in the best way possible.
Intermission Two
postlove:
As a teenager, I came up with the concept that love was a drug. Love was a drug, and loving an addiction. A dangerous dependency that struck the weak and the foolish. I was an introverted, angry teenager who would come up with such a simple minded, angsty concept. Obviously, I had never actually loved anyone, but I was a keen observer. I saw it everywhere. I remember writing my ideas...
Fuck this shit. U2 plays Fordham? →
marseeah:
icanseenewyorkcityfrommyhouse:
Where the fuck were you two fucking years ago when I was there and hating every minute of it.
Ughh, they are the fucking Fordham of bands, that’s why. Not really edgy, not too hard to get into, just prestigious enough, and oh yeah, Irish Catholic.
The concert was free, but Fordham officials warned the public ahead of the time that admission was...
i fell/was pushed into a pool in LA. I broke my front tooth and look like an asshole now.
I hate LA.
February 2009
12 posts
Back to Black (denim)
whatiwore:
Reader Sara has some great tips if you decide to dye your demin black. She writes:
Hi Jessica, This is about the opposite of fashion, but I used to work at a restaurant that required us to have impossibly dark jeans as part of our uniform. This required dying our jeans about once every 3-4 months - here is what I learned. While I never dyed them true black, just dark dark blue, I...
i am watching one tree hill, season one on hulu.com (dont judge i totally love this show.) and reid is playing air guitar in the living room to the dead kennedys. wtf?!
i’ve been in a major workout rut for weeks now… it used to be so easy to make myself do about an hour of cardio and then whatever else i felt like doing, and then i got food poisoning (yay!) and then went home to ct for a week around the holidays and i never really picked back up, working out-wise. tonight i took ice the dog for a really long walk, and then made us both run all the way...
took antihistamines last night for a cold and ended up shrieking at the boyfriend at 11 pm that i NEEDED A MCFLURRY!!!!!
he complied.
but really, a mcflurry? i havent even thought of them since like 96 in quebec when i tried to order one and the staff laughed at me.
it was delicious though.
i have been tweeting
keepinganotebook:
bgebs:
for probably 3 days now and i can already feel myself trying to find ways to make what im doing sound more interesting. posting “still sitting on my bed checking perez hilton every 10 minutes to see if chris brown is arrested” makes my lameness way too obvious. so i started thinking creatively. like lets say im talking to katie on gchat, and we are showing each other...
Survey Says:
whatiwore:
Hey Everyone… I have a really cool idea, but I’d like to start by doing a little survey with my friends (like you!) If you’d like to help me out, just [X] the box in a reblog or an e-mail titled “SURVEY”.
In your closet do you own:
[ x] dark rinse jeans
[ ] black jeans
[x ] black skirt
[x ] dark cardigan
[ ] bright cardigan
[x ] boyfriend’s or oversized button up
[x ]...