crayola

i don't think he likes it when i point out he's wrong. actually, i'm quite certain that he doesn't. but i'm actually more standing up for myself then telling him he's being a jerk. i hate it when he's being self-righteous, it aggravates me.

its the end of a stressful week. i'm not entirely over my anixety, but i've just taken a pill to ease my stomach and konk me out for the night. i feel like i'm developing a frickin ulser. i could use a good cry, it would make me feel better. break some of the tension, like a good rain on a humid night.

i have tried to remain faithful, and you've been faithful in return.

my mom turned 60 today. the big 6-0. she doesn't look at old. she looks about 52. i'll probably be the same way. score. i used my madd graphic designerly skillz to make her a card, it was a real hit!

here's a picture of me and paul (a.k.a. dj haircut). irina took it last week at café india. i think its soooo funny. its a crappy picture of me, i look like i have no hair, but i'm just so happy to be with paul, and he looks so indifferent, that i love it.

i can't identify what i'm feeling right now. a pinch of lonely, a pinch of isolated, a pinch of recluse, a pinch of frustrated. a little messy, a bit of beautful, a tad satisfied, a smige of lovely. slightly ignored, slightly adored. i'm a crayon box full of emotion. yes, that's what i am. i'm satisfied in that too.

cause we'll never live long enough to undo everything they've done to you.