i was supposed to stay home and sleep. didn't happen. i am tired.


people get all sorts of crazy when drunk, and start fights. best time to start a fight. when your brain is mush, and you are being silly.

drunk people, chill the eff out, ok? thanx.

work sat + sun = no fun. night!

so, i went out tonight.


that's all i really have to say about that. these stays, staying in is so much more appealing, and so wrong for me!


what is a ho, without the madness? i think i will learn to sew and bake some more, and be "marthaish".


except for my four day hiatus to the blo. that will not involve baking, well it might... but not in the same way.

i have to be to work at 830 tomorrow morning, which is really not cool considering i am still up, and in this state.

stop reading this. i think my posts are becoming pointless banter, or i think they were just always that way. i think pointless banter can be one of my life themes. because, we are so small compared to the rest of the universe, and we seem so insignicificant compared to it all.

done typing, will not type anymore. does not compute.

ok, i did my attempt at a wordy post. but it just wasn't me, ya know?

i am done with boys who think they can just get it whenever. ok?

sorry, but if you want to hang out with me, give me some incentive. i don't want to see you once a month to make out/do it. i can take care of those cravings myself, or find someone hotter than you.

i don't want to text back and forth. we are not in high school anymore, let's just get past the texting and actually call, assholes!

don't pretend like you really like me, when all you want is to as (e:jason) says, "get your dick wet".

if you want it that bad, get creative, and maybe, just maybe after a really nice kobe beef dinner, and about 3 peach martinis i'll give it up. but porbably not, because i'll be full and sleepy.

so, moral of the story is that sarah (yes, i speak in the third person now) is slowly realizing that she has the power. yes, i have the power.

and, shopping frankly, has proved to be way more enjoyable than any boy lately. and i get cute clothes out of it! the shopping here is fab!

and i am now a self-professed workaholic, and i'd rather make money and help people than deal with you silly silly creatures.

and, i miss my friends!!!!! friends, where are you????

need a day off.



please god, just one? i am tired, but its not like i could ever sleep in anyways. the sun is so bright and intense, by 830 i have to get outa bed. i start to feel like a warming coal, and my room heats up to about 90 degrees.

maybe i should ask god for a rainy cloudy miserable day. then i could stay home and wear a hoodie, and boxers, and watch movie after movie, and bake banana bread!

instead, i am off to the "house of misfits", for a twelve hour shift. must think of the next two weekends, and how fun they will be!

why monkeys? they make me feel happy. as does andy warhol!

i only have 3/4 of my life left to do something with "it".

i've not done anything yet.

i HAVE to do something. i feel like i haven't done anything.

wait, i take that back. i have done 7 NOT GREAT things:

gluttony


avarice


sloth


lust


greed


pride


wrath


i wrote about two pages full of personal thoughts, and then thought, "hey, that's way too personal for the internet." so, you will just have to wonder about what i wrote and then deleted.

but, anyway, i need a new fucking ten year plan people. and i need to not fuck it up this time.

just to end it more positively, i love this piece by roy lichtenstein. i love pop art, and the drama of it. i feel like it is very me. very dramatic, over the top, and kinda crazy, and all over the place, in a 92% good way.