Does anyone have any opinions about the new show, I think it's called "Mr. Sterling," about a man appointed to be senator? Looks like "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington" with more sophistication.
Jan. 8th, 2003
I had a date... and it started too late and ended too soon. I had another date, and I missed it all together. I postponed the third date I had today, and now it seems like it's too late to have it anyway, because Mark has gotten back online without telling me anything. He didn't call, send an email, or get on Instant Messenger. So now I'm being stood up by someone when I know perfectly well where they are and what they're doing.
I tried to get back on the muck and found out unexpectedly why I hadn't been on, and it's all about Roon, and he knows it, and there's nothing, nothing, nothing I can do, still. And nothing has gotten better, it's only gotten worse, because now I'm nothing.
And I thought I was ready for that. But I guess my illusion of things being ok was only the illusion that -I- was the one choosing not to go back. I guess I'm not the one choosing not to go back.
It all hurts so fucking bad right now. Tiffany, Faith, Ami, the unnamed girlfriends of Christian (Raven? River?)... I'm so tired of being no one. I'm so tired of being the kind of girl you fuck.
I tried to get back on the muck and found out unexpectedly why I hadn't been on, and it's all about Roon, and he knows it, and there's nothing, nothing, nothing I can do, still. And nothing has gotten better, it's only gotten worse, because now I'm nothing.
And I thought I was ready for that. But I guess my illusion of things being ok was only the illusion that -I- was the one choosing not to go back. I guess I'm not the one choosing not to go back.
It all hurts so fucking bad right now. Tiffany, Faith, Ami, the unnamed girlfriends of Christian (Raven? River?)... I'm so tired of being no one. I'm so tired of being the kind of girl you fuck.
The cat has taken all of his medicine. In theory. I have found at least one partially dissolved pill in the carpet, god knows how old, that he managed to choke back up at some point.
The dog ate all of my Christmas chocolate. I haven't the least idea what to do. Except kill the dog. Maybe the chocolate will do that for me.
The dog ate all of my Christmas chocolate. I haven't the least idea what to do. Except kill the dog. Maybe the chocolate will do that for me.