Archive for November 17, 2008

thanks amy.

for so much chocolate! hooraaaaaay there goes my afternoon. hah. all she talks about is food, not too helpful on my part for this recovery process. or do you think it’s just my mind picking out all the food related items and amplifying them? nah, it’s really all she talk about. it sounds so cruel, but i secretly love telling her the little amount of food i’ve eaten, just to see her reaction. i’m getting over all of this though, which is good. so good. all binges are = bad news.

i need some chapstick.

just finished geog. midterm, feelin’ free (for a minute, before i finish the rest of my homework due in an hour…)

i love this community! it’s more like family than friends to me. i am as much ‘friends’ with this group of people (sans molly) as i am ‘friends’ with my relatives. it’s not like i am born into living with the group of people, yet i didn’t choose to on my own. no commitments except for community, which is so strong here. i feel comfortable bumming it around the kitchen in my pj’s, and talking freely about whatever the hell i want with this group of 27 or so! it’s an arrangement that isn’t that easy to stumble across, i feel lucky, even if i only sty here for a year. “are you living here yet?” jesse asked just moments ago as he biked down the alleyway.but of course! it’s as if he knows i’m meant to be here :)

i had a dream last night that riley and i were seriously dating. weird. he’s a very odd yet hilarious friend. glad i met him.

i still find it odd that oscar david wanted to be more than friends last year. usually i can sense that.

man, i gotta pee. this sun shining into my room and warming my body like no other sensation is all i need to keep my head up today!

message from sam: “when i think of you, my heart soars to unimaginable heights that only free’d balloons could know of. i love you” this could seem corny in any other light, but it’s the most sincere coming from him. i accept it immodestly only because i feel the exact same way whenever he pops into my cluttered mind.

“lunch!” yells sibyl. she’s an odd one. bipolar, to me at least. can’t forget to do my chores tonight, or she may behead me.

really truely.

i would love to design concert/festival/music posters for a living. fuck yeah.
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