Harry Potter.

The series is over. The book is done. It was great. It was all a suprise, as I actively avoided reading spoilers. As I picked up my copy of the book, a guy came up next to me and flipped to the back and began to read loudly in order to know who died...So glad I didn't hear it. I never thought that one would have to resort to literally darting down the aisles of Target in order to avoid knowing what happens at the end of a book.

In other news, everything is great. Charlie is great, Brad is great, Work is great. Its all great.

drunk promises.

I love him and he loves me.

But he says it more when he's had half of a bottle of Jack.

Are we doomed to repeat the sadness of our childhoods?

Does everyone turn out just like their parents?

Fringe Friend

The days and days i spend alone make me realize one thing: I have no true friends.

yes, I have brad. and I have Sharon. But what about my other friends? People who swore that we got along, that they 'got' me, that we had some sort of connection based on girliness or a love of dancing or rum or whatnot? If i move away, they never call. They never go out of their way for me.

I'm that friend that you love to hang out with when they show up at a party or when they happen to be assigned to your dorm room, but once you're away, with people you really love, you never call.

My recent calls are all my parents, brad, and sharon. And a few people who wanted me to buy them beer or liquor.

I miss having real true best friends. Who would drop everything to come to you. I miss never having to worry about plans, because I knew that at some point in the night we'd all end up on Claire's couch playing Mario Party or all snuggled up in one big ball of bestfriendlove on Kat's bed.

I'm such a stupid bitch.