I wonder if anyone would notice if i started pasting in old blogs instead of actually writing new ones or doing anything else active. ugh.
For now on i think i’m going to conduct all flirting via this page. I mean, between the passive aggressiveness and the lack of self-confidence i’m not gonna get anywhere any other way, right? So… um… if you’re someone i’m currently supposed to be flirting with, what’s your sign?
Being stuck at home now isn’t really as bad as it was at any point last year, because now i have my apartment to retreat to. I mean… if i truly had some huge panic attack and needed to get out of the house, i could just catch a cab to my apartment. That’s my safe thought… knowing that i have the keys and that i can run away at any time.
I shouldn’t blog from this evil house. All of it comes out all wrong.
I really wanted a tattoo of a cloud for a while there, on my hip. Tattoos are so strange to me… permanent birthmarks which are really more like bookmarks to a certain time in your life… so you get to choose but you’ve got to choose carefully. i don’t think i’d really ever get one, though. And, white doesn’t show up well, so clouds are out of the question anyhow.