Monthly Archives: September 2007

Dear god, i have not been so classically drunk since forever. I love you all and my fingers love you all. fuck this my face has so much to say in the way of lonesome dove acceptance too bad my … Continue reading →

For the past 24-hours I’ve been chomping down on pills like they’re the free trail mix at my local, seedy bar. Congratulations Sabrina, this is the first step. Step. Step, one, two. Inside my head I am like MAYBE I … Continue reading →

Today was my final day at work. This is the first time I have stuck it out and finished my entire two weeks notice. This is the first time I gave a two week notice and did not have my … Continue reading →

The worst part about writing here is knowing I want to write here and then feeling like I have to write here. Then sitting in front of my laptop chatting to every fucking loser in my buddylist so I do … Continue reading →

I like waking up in strange places. I guess I should being that I do it often enough. Welcome to my palace Blackout Wonderland. God, I was going to write and be all magical and creative, but it turns out … Continue reading →

Sometimes when I am typing away I want to be like OH MY GOD! THIS IS A SYMPHONY AND I CAN SEE THE FUCKING NOTES BLARING AWAY. Every clickity-clack is like a stellar crescendo and I am the maestro. Nodding … Continue reading →

Most of the time I feel like I am what happens when you combine the personality traits from the members of the A-team and give them a vagina. I love it when a plan comes together! It’s true that I … Continue reading →

I guess if you were ever planning on getting me a gift and had no idea what to get me A CAMERA SOUNDS LIKE A PRETTY GOOD IDEA. The new camera I got myself in May came to an untimely … Continue reading →

Here is a widely unknown fact about me–I was raised as a kept woman. I have never really paid my own bills, I have never had to pay for an apartment or a place to live and if I have … Continue reading →

The only thing I hate worse than having a job is looking for a job. I guess quitting your life and moving across the country means you’ll be getting a new job unless your last name is Hilton and you … Continue reading →