Tuesday, August 31, 2010

You desired my attention but denied my affections, my affections

There are often days that beyond the whole love, money, happiness and world peace thing--that if I had one wish, I’d wish for someone to make a soundtrack for my life.

Now, this goes beyond the whole me wishing that someone could let me know how I should feel about any given event. I mean, there are days I worry that my life is one giant black comedy and I just don’t ‘get it’.

Monday, August 30, 2010

I'm still swimming in harmony, I'm still dreaming of flight; I'm still lost in the waves, night after night

It’s no secret that I’m easily stressed out.

It doesn’t take much. Which is kinda funny considering how much I push myself, how much of a work-aholic I am and just what a perfectionist I can be. Well--you’d think that over the 23-years I’ve been around that I’d be able to y’know, calm the fuck down.

You’d be mistaken.

No one does stressed out, frazzled or anxious as well as I do.

"Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be."

Hi, my name is Jullin and I...

read an Oprah book and liked it.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

"I'd rather hit my mom than fuck my mom"

I’m not really sure if this is the best way to start off this whole guilty pleasure thing because to be honest, ‘1 girl, 5 gays’ is probably one of my favourite television shows out there and I’m not sure if it’s that---guilty per say.

Turn it up; Heat it up; I need to be entertained

I recently had this idea in an effort to spur on some creativity and content ideas, to try and make a semi-weekly (come on, if you’ve read this site before you kinda know that consistent, I am not) “themed” post.

Oh, no. I know what you’re thinking. Super lame right? And maybe it is. But I’ll try not to make it too lame. Like don’t worry, we’re not in Twilight territory here.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

It's a cruel, cruel summer. Leaving me here on my own.

Dear Summer.

Listen. You’re really great and all. I mean, you’re awesome. I’m just... I’m just real busy right now. And I’m just not really looking for a commitment. But hey, you’re awesome.

Thanks for all the memories.

And the fish.


Friday, August 13, 2010

I've got the Dungeon Master's Guide. I've got a 12-sided die...

Growing up, I don’t think I’m alone in saying that I wanted to fit in. I’m pretty sure there are whole television shows, songs and movies that lament how hard it is to be a teenager growing up in high school. Fortunately I was lucky enough to have such an irregular schooling that there wasn’t much time to worry about cliques or groups.

However, if there was any one group I wanted to fit into it was the geeks. Odd, I know. I hear that being “cool” is often what people aspire to be. But I knew I wasn’t cool. I guess I knew before the rest of the world that geek would be the new cool but, eh, what can you do?

If I seem confused, it's that I'm being taunted, by everything I ever thought I really wanted.

If there’s one thing that has held true, one belief and one thought that I’ve carried with me since childhood it’s this:

I don’t want kids.

From the time I was about 8 or so, I decided that I’m never having kids. While this thought did waver for a certain someone, at the end he was right in saying I wouldn’t be happy in that life. I’m not the domestic type, I don’t want kids running around, I don’t care about school plays, car washes, student council... I hate snotty, bratty, disgusting, self centred and whiny little leeches that drain both your wallet, time and energy.

But if you want kids? Give’er.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

I wanted love, but not for myself. But for the girl, so she could love herself.

Yeah, it’s been awhile.

Life got a little messy in the last couple of weeks. Birthdays, stress, drama, work stuff. I’ve thought about updating this a lot but unfortunately haven’t had the time or energy to invest in posting all that I want to write about.

So hopefully you’ll see more action around here. I know there’s like... twelve of you out there that may have read this site once--yeah, I stalked you on Google Analytics. But this isn’t really for you, it’s for me.

So basically this is yet another, I’m not dead post.

Unfortunately things don’t always fit into the life you want. But I’ll try my best.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Go shorty, its your birthday; We gon' party like it's your birthday; We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday

Well I’m officially 23.

It’s funny now to look back at my life as I turned 22 and see how much has changed. I was in a completely different situation back then, with different friends, different outlooks and while I’m basically the same person now, the things around me have changed.

New job. No boyfriend. Different relationships with friends.