I just want to marry Jack O’Connell. Jack O’Connell, if you read this, I promise I’ll love you always and we can have hot sex to make cute babies and shit. Wanna go out?

I’ve lost my college-ruled spiral notebook,
AKA journal.
Cannot write fully on here.
Don’t like private entries on here,
although I have a few.

Had a lovely weekend.

I tried to ombre my hair.
It looks really sweet, but it’s not very distinct,
I just have about five different colours in my hair at the moment.

I’m going to start cutting out certain foods again,
it (my diet)
is getting ridiculous,
and summer is approaching.

Cannot wait to see Bradley in June,
cannot wait to go to Denver.
Might go visit Chicago.
I want to visit Seattle.
I want to go to Phoenix.
I’d love to go to NYC,
to LA,
to San Diego.
Free places to stay in all of the cities.

All these places, not enough money.
All these places, probably enough money,
but I spend it all on worthless things.

Insanity is doing the same things over and over again and expecting different results, my main squeeze Einstein came up with that one. He’s a genius.

I want health insurance
so I can get an Rx filled.
Or a shrink,
for the same purpose,
perhaps both,
just for fun.

Work, work, work.

Moving in to the new place this Friday, June 01, 2012.
Not excited.

$20 per day is the cost for me to be an adult.
That covers rent and bills.
Not food, gas, or booze.

Huh.