Life's TRUE Journey

Feeling Hopeful Watching Desperate Housewives ¿Tomas, por qué es tu triste? Hello. So, a week later and I'm working on it. I've stopped drinking nightly. I've gone back on my diet and I've lost 1 pound. Everything big starts off small, right? I've hashed out the last of the anger that I had over loosing Sam. Jessi and I are no longer friends, but we have agreed to put this all behind us. I will not hold anymore anger for her, nor she for me. Some of the things Jessi said, I've examined closly. The whole "Drama Queen" thing came up. Am I a Drama queen? What is a drama Queen? I find my self dumbfounded by this label. I hope it doesn't mean a person with opinions and not afraid to voice them. I think of all the empty headed, single track minded peeps out there and I'm so glad I'm not them. Not able to hold a conversation. Thinking of only the next lay. That's just not me. Also, the "physical difference" the girls were referring t

Feeling Sad I'm not well I am not well. My heart has become empty. This is not a post of thank yous or empty promises. It's not a fulfillment of promises made previously by myself. This is just a post of me expressing and summing up my life to this point, and boy do I have a lot to say. There was a point recently that I thought that I found "the one" . Why matters of my emotional well being always seem to revolve around the male species, I do not know. This is the story of Sam. I surrounded myself around a few good friends. The main two are Jessi a friend that loves the ideal of love. Especially given the fact that she found her soul mate at 17. And Brandi, a mother of three who also love the ideal of love. My boyfriend, Ramiro, had decided that waiting for me was not worth the venture. So basically, he said to hell with it right before Christmas. It was to be expected. We were both starting to see qualities in each other that were very un compatible.

Feeling Silly Hearing The fuck if I know Thank you for Thank yous! Yeah yeah. So, i'm doing my fucking thank yous for 2005. What a bloodly fucking year that hit was. Fuck. Here we go. Debra my mother- Yeah, you were awesome. tood by me and stuff. Jhoeny- Fucking awesome. Great knowing you. Andrew- Still lead me on and fuck me over but i love it or whatever. Kevin- Fuck you motherfucker. Ramiro- Fuck you piece of shit Fuck this, I'm going to fucking bed.

Feeling Quiet Hearing Watching Survivor Long Time No Write. So, you're pissed off at me. Kinda like a girl would be pissed when a guy didn't call her after a wild night of mind blowing cover tossing pillow biting sex. And, I do appoligise. Wih every fiber of my being. I've not been able to write down my thoughts because I myself have been confused by said thoughts. This is the plan. Tonight I'm not updating, but I'm giving my outline of my updates. The next update, which will be Monday the 6th, I will make sure to do my annual thank yous that were supposed to be done on January 1st. Sorry. The thank yous will be for 2005. So, in the post, I will be reposting the ones from 2004. Then, on Saturday march 11th I will be updating about December and January. a lot of which will deal with Ramiro and why I've not been able to update. Then, on Thursday the 15th I will be updating as normal, with all the stuff that happened in February. and the current stuf