With your Peter Pan advice

[silverfae9]

I wish I could say that my eyes are dark because they have smudged mascara around them.
I can't.

Sarah woke me up at 8:30 to inform me that she thought she was going to pass out. I don't understand why she came all the way over to my room to do it, when she could have passed out in her room where the bed is.

This would be fine, except I was up until late waiting for Larry to email me back. Larry is the man who may or may not be giving me a job in publishing at his magazine. Everyone, pray to the god of Larry.

My mother is getting married April 4th. It's going to be a tropical themed wedding. My mother has the decision making skills of a cheeseburger.

I'm in the market for a meaningful one night stand, to add some lightness to my life. I really hate being me right now, and I can't seem to raise myself out of this funk.

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[thedarkbear.livejournal.com]

:hug: Well if it makes you feel better, I'm hitting the same point in my life. What the hell am I saying, that won't make you feel better. It even depresses the hell out of me. :hug: However, I am praying for Larry