Currently feeling...

blue and tangled.

Maybe I do deserve better.

I have hit an unprecedented new low.

I no longer have an opinion. Or at least one that matters to people.

I keep apologizing and keep getting apologies it's starting to look like Beauty and The Beast II. Makes me think that all I do is a huge mistake.

So is that movie.

We pick up right where we left off

like we never missed a thing.

That's not true now, isn't it?

Every now and then people give me reason to doubt myself. I'd brush it off if I could, but somehow I choose to believe that there's some truth to it. Maybe deep down, I want to believe.

That's when they win, when they unconsciously manage to bring me down.

And that's when I lose, the faith in people that never did disappoint.

All because I choose to remember what hurts the most.

Here's some stuff that REALLY matters.

Facebook really knows how to bring you down sometimes. I felt like a total failure because I've not uploaded any pictures lately (oh her life is not very eventful, hence I WIN!!!).

A lot of people started uploading pictures of what they did for valentine's day. If you celebrated, you uploaded shit. If you didn't, you're either single or just half a pathetic couple.

What is with this constant obsession of telling the world about everything that we do?

Sure events of monumental significance (my graduation, the birth of my bastard child, my new set of jugs) are worth documenting and published on Facebook.

But I don't see how telling the Facebook community how pretty you look with your well angulated self shots 167 times over does anything. I may have mentioned this before but hey, a point needs to be emphasized over a few entries to really hit it.

I wouldn't say I'm not guilty of things like that. At least I don't overdo it. So thank me for not telling you my armpits stink or that my new sanitary pads are REALLY good at absorbing blood.

You got me right here

combustible.

I believe that using a new bottle of shampoo makes your hair more fabulous. Even if it's the same kind that I've been using ever since I had hair.

But what I really believe in is that if you take a plate from the middle of a stack of plates, chances are that plate that you've so wisely chose is significantly cleaner than the others.

Even better, when we walk into a new house and wonder how wide is this place and start walking in a straight line. Because really, your foot and my foot are all just 1 foot in length. Oh yes that's how they all build houses.

Speaking of the sizes of our feet, I went in to this place to try on a shoe. So I say, "could I have a size 9?" From here, only three things can happen.

They get me a size 9.

They think I'm stupid and says, "are you sure miss?"

They don't have size 9 and suggests a size 8. Now I think they're stupid.

the sun's in my heart

Some things are not meant to be contained.

Like joy. Sheer childlike joy.

A little late, but Happy 2011.

Jane. Tarzan.

It's hard to grow up knowing that most of the best things in life happen during your carefree lives of childhood and adolescence.

We've grown so much, you especially. I've stopped growing long ago, it's all downhill from now.

The receding gums. Sagging in places you don't want to know.

I guess the best part of us is that after all the frequent uprooting, dead guinea pigs and successful chick hatchings, we're still the same at heart.

It is surprisingly pathetic how homesick I have been lately. That why I'm thankful that I have you. So I'll never lose the true feeling of being home, and that is the one thing I hope to always keep.

10 years ago you wanted a yo-yo.

Now you're telling me you're going to the gym to "keep in shape".

Haha.

Just don't tell me 10 years from now that you're keeping a mistress.

Happy Birthday Justin.

Lots of love!