Saturday, October 23, 2010


I’m not normally one to try to pimp out different websites--I mean, besides my own. I’m just naturally self involved like that.

I mean, hello? I write a blog. Kinda evident on that whole self involved thing.

Anyways, I just thought that this project was too cool not to let other people know about it.

Now, we are not the kids we used to be; Stop wishing for yesterday

For the most part, while I tend to be a little overly judgmental and will dislike you on principal, the shade of lipstick you’re wearing or a weird look you gave me last Tuesday, age is usually not something that comes up.

I mean, why would it? Age often doesn’t correlate to maturity, intelligence, connection, personality or anything else I seek in most of my friendships. Sure, I gravitate to people who are slightly older, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t had friends who were younger. The only real thing that age plays a factor in is when it comes to romantic relationships, and even then I suppose I’d bend my not so concrete “rules” for the person IF the connection was there.

I wonder what it's like to be pretty.

You can always figure out when I’m feeling a little bit anxious or bored...

I tend to re-vamp things.

So yeah, the other background wasn’t really working for me. It was much too busy and I like the clean, simple-ness of this current one. Unfortunately blogger doesn’t like my big ass photos so using my own photography is out of the question until I become more computer savvy and/or rich enough to get someone to design one for me.

Oh, how I wish I knew photoshop and coding better.

In the mean time you’ll just have to deal with this.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

She's trying not to see you as her worst mistake

To the people who ‘live without regrets’, fuck you.

No, seriously. I don’t understand how you can live without a regret.

Not even one.

Not even if it was that outfit you wore in the third grade.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

You walk up to her; Ask her to dance; She says "Hey baby I just might take the chance"

Confession time: I’m horrible at secrets.

Not that that’s really shocking to anyone who knows me. Plenty of people say I’m a horrible liar, or that I wear my heart--and more specifically, my neurosis on my sleeve. It makes me a good target, I suppose. Not exactly hard to hurt or to know what’s going on in my head when I’m pretty readable.