It's just like....
be who you are. Stop locking me out already.

Whatever. I'm not 17 anymore.

What I'm doing these days:
1) Working a lot. I'm working both jobs shamelessly. Sort of shamelessly. It's like I am unfireable from Chase. I took a $9000 loss the last week I worked. And they still haven't given me the boot. I think George is in denial that I quit over a month ago, because they haven't even interviewed for my position yet. OH WELL! Not my problem.

2) Loving Starbucks? And this is the part where I admit that I am going through my workaholic phase that I do every year to get over, or get under, or go through some kind of trial. Throw all that angry-sad-crazy energy into a job. Pay the bills. Fall in lerve with coworkers named Kayleigh that scream a lot and sing and dance and throw espresso shots on top of caramel macchiatos. Lerve. Not love. Not homosexual...

3) Taking tums: to coat over that hole in my throat from being sick. Being sick is/was gross.

4) Trying not to think about what love is. Or butterflies...or...crap. I'm thinking about it.

5) Eating ramen noodles with Siracha sauce, dreaming about Celisse coming back into my life for the weekend. (Tegan and Sara show, H-yeah) Getting up in the morning. Pretending I feel good every day. Meeting God when and where I can (Could you come down and chat with me God, all I know is Grey's Anatomy 2nd Season and dress codes and matches lighting cigarettes that I don't smoke all the way down.. Have I even smoked in over a week?)

6) I know, number six. But I forgot that all I do is play music over and over. In Tooele even. WHAT IS THAT! Tooele is on the other side of the freakin' Salt Lake. And Rain. And bass, and pics in my cupholders.

7) remember when you were with us? You hung out? And you weren't pregnant? You dyed your hair brown and we were in the mountains, and we were still little girls?

8) Okay. I'm done now, saying.