its never lupus.

i heart dr. gregory house.
i painted today. i havent painted in forever.
i want to quit my job. for the very wrong reasons.

never underestimate the power of a well written letter.

writing something down doesnt only make it apparently real but overwhelmingly heartfelt. building up the courage to make something in plain sight for anyone to find or read can be appreciated by anyone. bearing your soul, a declaration of love, an apology, or even a lie can be made beautiful with written word.

i dare you to find anything more honest.

whhhistle while you wherk.

since i have a few days off and am in a sense taking a mental holiday i thought to try this out. mostly this is a good way to pretend im back in SF and becky back in OR when we were at our funniest. really. i used to be rather hilarious. and i feel like im really losing it. im not sure what it was that changed. its this whole grown up thing. how shitty. i dont have enough time or energy to make myself laugh. ive resorted into reading old posts from myself to relize my own genius humor.

i just got diana fired. by the way, if you were wondering.
i cant look my manager in the face. disgusted partly by her newly buzzed head and partly by well... yeaaaaah.

i spent a half an hour watching a timelife infomercial for 70s & 80s rock ballads with my father on lead vocals. and did you know trevor hall is on a shrek soundtrack. snap.

ok so that was fun. im done.