Dear Nip/Tuck,

I have watched 3 1/2 seasons of you so far. It's 10:44 AM, and I need to sleep now. I am considering not watching anymore, seeing as I have a pretty good feeling you're done with Peter Dinklage, and let's be honest, I only watched this far because I wanted to get to the part with him. He was probably the best actor you've so far featured.

I just don't think it's working, Nip/Tuck. You make me feel crazy. I have never wanted plastic surgery in my life and now I look at my minimal chub and think a little "micro-lipo" couldn't hurt... Not that I would EVER act on it, but you just make it look so simple. Also, Sean's temper is too annoying and predictable. Why not let him make a rational decision every once in a while? Furthermore, if ANYONE ELSE gets so mad at another character that they have to make out, I am done for good.

Look, I really think we can work this out, I mean, I love Gina the nympho, and even Matt is coming around- kind of, but if I have to look at Christian Troy's preposterously groomed eyebrows without any better plot than what you are giving me, I just don't know what I'll do. Bring back Brooke Shields, that plot development was terrifying and exciting.

Your friend,
Corey

Disconnect

Anger turns into apathy, and push comes to shove and it's time to move on.

I am thankful for a good boyfriend, with whom I sometimes bicker. I am thankful that he stayed here, with me, in lieu of going home to see his family. I am thankful for the ability we had to purchase and cook a LOT of food. I am also deeply thankful for the incredible gift of getting on with things, and not dwelling on people who made me feel as though I was never good enough.

I am so lucky, and so tired of feeling like I am not.

Home From Work

When I get home from work, especially at night, my kitten is wildly affectionate.

Sometimes, when life enters 3D, it can be off putting, but it's a nice reminder that behind words and pictures there are always people.

Real, live people who work, and eat, and have to stand for too many hours at a time.

I like the Garlicious Breast with extra goat cheese, and a side of cheese fries with ranch. (or mashed potatoes if I am feeling healthy.)

stress

is gnawing me into sickness and sadness

Pizza Then Clean Then Bed

My goal it to be bedded by 4. I can't keep staying up until 10 AM.

Things I Plan To Do and Say:

Whatever the fuck I want, wherever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want.

I'm respectful of those worthy of my respect, not classless, two-faced, vapid, lying, self-righteous children.

I just wanted to make myself very clear.

(Aside:)

I'm annoyed with the amount of time I feel depressed and angry.

Dear Internets,

I've been elsewhere. I've been escaping shitty social situations and makin' real good of myself, or so I thought. I got called a bully twice in a week, which besides being truly remarkable for the fact that I don't pick on people, is amazing because I got called a bully by two people that disrespected me in one way or another. It's totally fair to say that I may have crossed the bully line with one of those people, but to think I had bullied the other is laughable, which is probably why I laughed.

Having a backbone, and an opinion can really become your downfall in a community of people who thrive on being liked. Some girls learn how to please, and others learn how to use their middle fingers. Perhaps you can guess which path I took?

I've been called a icy, venomous bitch, and I have been called a peach without a pit, sweet and soft all the way through, and I know I can be both. I can be bitter after years of rejection, and I can be distrustful of someone who lies.

I find a lot of my problems with people stem from honesty, in that, I value honesty, and other people do not. I tend to be honest to a fault, while other people lie, and cheat, OR refuse to accept honesty, and would likely prefer the lies.

The annoying cliche that has been pounding throughout me is "You don't know me." I'm sensitive, and the kind of friend that will fight like hell for you; I'm not a good person to have as an enemy, because I toe the line of vicious.

In short, Internets, honesty is the best policy, so I am welcoming the remarkable new things that are coming my way, and I am ineffably glad to be rid of the trash that has dragged me down for over a year.

Also, remember this.

Love, Corey

I don't need to have read Catcher in the Rye to know you're a bunch of a fucking phonies.

I forgive your inconsideration, but I won't fall for your feigned kindness again.

I don't carry anger as much as I carry disappointment.

I'm done thinking about it. My life is rife with good things and opportunities right now.

That's how I am choosing to think of it. I have a friend who should think this way, too. With the end of a broken relationship, can come new beginnings. Literally, there is nothing you can't do, now. I will have a new job soon, and when I make money, I am going back to Minneapolis, because it's not fair that Alex had to pay for everything. Then I am making Spenser come with me to visit Seattle.

My boyfriend needs a vacation more than anyone. Alright. I got shit to do.

I love yellow flowers.

w(h)ine blog

so whatever fuck i will drink this glass of wine and fucking blog and not use punctuation or anything

Away We Go

By "we" I mean me.

I am going to Minnesota, to Minneapolis, to visit my friend Alex.

Spenser bought me a book about drugs, to read on the plane. He bought me Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I commend his efforts on trying to get me to open up to the idea that not all drugs are horrible.

Also, I am semi-officially a cocktail waitress.

Exile is good for me.