ihavebeenfloated

This domain has served me well. In a lot of ways the title “i have been floated” will never stop defining who I am, and perhaps I will eventually find this to be a big mistake. I feel, though, that this year, this two-thousand-and-eight, should be the year that I finally stop floating. Maybe I [...]

Sarah has been here for four days now. I think? This is day four. We’re going to Knott’s Berry Farm, which I am looking forward to since it has been a couple of years since I have been.

She wanted to lie on me while I write about us, but she’s in the shower. I find [...]

Christmas.

I got shoes: One, two (in brown), and three. Gift cards. Pretty cool.

Sarah will be here in three days. I should be writing about that as it happens.

Everything is a blur. Busy, cleaning, working, seeing people, watching movies, listening to blues, catching up on Pushing Daisies, driving around, thinking of Sarah, wearing shoes and clothes, [...]

Why can’t I just be allowed to be happy?

Why is it every time that I meet someone or something, they have to be so indecisive about me? Three relationships, now, where the girls were like, “Yeah, I like you, but… Uh… Let me think about it.”

All the arrogance and self-confidence in the world can’t prepare [...]

I am not in a good spot right now. I’ve effectively isolated myself from all my friends, and I’m not entirely sure why. I quit smoking, which is slowly becoming less and less fun as I get more and more irritable and anxiety ridden. I feel jittery and couped up. I feel like I’m at [...]

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything here. That’s sad, in a way, I guess, but I go through phases. I’m writing from a laptop, sitting at my friend’s house. That’s exciting, because it is my laptop, and I’ve always wanted a laptop and I finally came up with a justifiable use for one, [...]

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