Current mood:	amused
Current music:	"Last Day Of Magic" The Kills

My little tornado, my little hurican oh. Last day of magic, where were you?
Another night of no sleeping at all. Too much alcohol. Too much drugs. Sometimes I feel sort of lost. Other times I just feel happy that I'm giving myself this time to be crazy and stupid and young. I know in a year or two I'll start a career, real estate, something, but until then this sort of rapid fire progressive path to nothing really feels just fine.

My good friend is starting a job in real estate this month on Newbury St. She just turned 25. That seems like a good deadline to set for myself. I'm so proud of her. And then she said she'd help me get my feet wet in the business.

Well I passed over the 31 year old doctor with the loft on Newbury St and good sex because he was pretty boring. And now I'm dating a really hot 23 year old who works construction on the bridge. Just my type, all manly man but really secretly sweet, tattoos, short hair, cutest smile, muscular. But he's kind of special, I can tell already. When we met he kept saying I was making faces to seem sexy which I of course denied, cause really I don't even notice I'm doing that shit anymore, I'm just a very expressive person. Haha. That night he walked me to the stairs first then the elevator then just stood against the door staring at me and seeming like he didn't want me to go but he didn't know what to do so I said, "Well are you ever going to kiss me or what?" And he did.

I want to be someone's. But then again, I'm so happy being nobody's at all. Hum hum hum. I want to be everything and nothing all the fucking time. I drive myself up the wall.