moi.

No, I unfortunately do not know french, le sigh. However, this is a butchered attempt at trying to making a say, or perhaps just ranting about the asshole bus drivers on the 6 and 71 lines. I’m not sure, however this could be interesting. And it’s not like I have an audience, but after all, this is public. Maybe my thought processes will help me figure out what needs to be done next, because currently I am in a shit hole. I live in a quite nice apartment which is a less than adequate facade of the hell that I seem to be going through right now. So it goes.

I am 18. I am a female. I have a boyfriend, we can call him G. Well, yeah. We live together. Probably the smartest and the dumbest decision of my life, but alas. Just graduated high school, and moved to San Francisco. I work, I go to school, colour often, watch Bravo reruns, have the biggest crush on Barack Obama, and loves caramel lattes.

I like to read too. And do crossword puzzles. I’m like David Letterman in that sense, minus the heart attacks. And the whole being a man thing. Actually, I have quite a few crushes, all for different reasons; and they are either 1) famous 2) dead 3) homosexual 4) virtually unreachable.

But they are all platonic. I have a boyfriend, although whom I am currently struggling with, I still love very much. And very dearly. (This is the part where everyone imagines my boyfriend and I like a romantic novel cover, unfortunately he doesn’t have the tan, sculpted chest like fabio, which may be fortunate now that I think about it.) My life is pretty interesting I suppose. I tend to bitch, rant, complain, whine, be a female in general. I’m pretty much telling myself to be prepared for myself.

I am in a time of change and really truly discovering who I truly am and capable of becoming. And also learning how ugly I am at the same time, but that’s another story. I am trying to suprise myself, learn new and different things about me and the world and how we both collide, every single fucking day and how much I fucking love it.

I also tend to curse like a sailor, but I really don’t mind. Hurrah.

No regrets, because everything I have done is everything I have ever wanted.

L.