Jan/Feb has never been a good time for me. Usually litter with breakdowns or breakups, or sometimes both, I find it a discouraging season. They say it's because of the lack of sunlight. Which I believe. But it still stinks being down.

I am so exhausted. I just need one day to re-group. No alaram, no committments, just myself and Maury Pauvich followed by Ricki Lake and Jeopardy.

It's like I want him to treat me poorly. Which is so bizarre since I'm a full supporter of a female dominated society. Is is self-pity? Why would someone like that?

It's thrilling to know I have the rest of my life planned out.
It's thrilling to know anything can still happen.

Getting your heart broken is the worst thing that could ever happen to someone. I wish it upon no one. Not even the worst of people.

I have a feeling that 2004 is going to be a great year