Can something just be right for once?

I am really starting to think that maybe it will be just me and my pets forever. But when they’re gone, then what? Just me left to dwell on everything that has ever happened in my life that left me alone?

Glen made me really sad last week when I discovered that he was lying to me about something. It was such a small, silly lie, but it still hurt. Add that on top of the fact that he won’t be my boyfriend, and it makes for a pretty big disappointment sandwich.

I mean, I understand his reasoning; he is barely divorced from a ten year marriage and is afraid of getting hurt again. But what about my feelings? What about my hurt? He says he doesn’t want anything serious, but the longer we are “together” the more serious it becomes.

With each person who leaves, it gets harder to let go of the next one. I’m so tired of having to say goodbye to people. I’d like to think its easier to just not let them into my life in the first place, but I would be so lonely.

I just want someone who wants to be with me because who I am is good enough.

The happiest place on earth.

Also home of the best antiques store and closet racists. Original inspiration for the film The Hills Have Eyes.

Potential romantic destination.

Well, I kind of look like I’m wearing half of a camping tent, but it’s cool; I had nachos for dinnerz

The cinders
The cinders
They light the path
Of these strange steps
Take us back
Take us back.

Flow sweetly
Hang heavy
You suddenly complete me
You suddenly complete me.

This whole full time job thing really stinks. Remember when you were in school and all you could do was state out the window and wait for recess? That’s how I feel my entire day. I just want to go home and play!

I was convinced to stay on at Havana, but cut my hours a lot. It’s just too hard for me to work that much. I’ve been super exhausted lately for no reason, so bouncing from one job to another has really taken a lot out of me. I also feel bad for vida having to be home alone for so long.

I miss working for Alex. It was actually fun, interesting stuff.

Finally got some fire under my ass and unpacked all (well, the majority) of my stuff. All it took was a little help from my baby sister. Now that everything is coming together, I’m not so sad about being in a studio apartment. It’s more cozy than it is small.

All that’s left is to figure out how I am going to fit all my clothes into one closet…

I took my little sister to the brewers game today. Not only was it perfect outside, but the brewers destroyed the twins!

And I destroyed some nachos, but that happens on a regular basis.

I kind of feel the same way. I mean, I don’t even know him anymore. I also feel like his art has gone in a different direction and that was the thing that drew me to him in the first place. I noticed a lot of elements of his personality changed as well. But hey, it’s his life, and he’s doing what makes him happy.

His name is Glen.