i’ve been running on dreams so long i never knew that i was running on nothing but fumes
this road been long and bumpy and its a long way to go to carry this body in the trunk
you never liked sitting there and i never knew how to drive
but we faked it just the same you and i
yeah we faked it just the same you and i
both so broke down inside heading down a freeway
built on nothing but hopes and wishes
washed out by all this fucking reality
of broken promises and fake kisses
lost in the desert air screaming by

July 27th, 2003 | Comments Off on

I have survived the invasion of the family on my sanctuary. My mom changed the poem on my computer–a self portrait julia is an artist who cannot find the strength to put on pants–to julia is an artist who WILL find the strength to put on pants. Like she’s trying to be all inspirational and shit like, “C’mon, Julia, I BELIEVE in you. You can put those pants on! One leg at a time!” It’s kind of sweet but don’t mess with my poetry!

I think I’m developing Tourette’s. I almost blurted out, “MOTHAFUCKER!” while in a meeting with my boss (the girl with the supposed hairy ass) while she briefed me on a procedure. That would have been a very embarrassing situation. I don’t think a cover of, “I’m sorry. I SWORE I saw a typo on page 5 but I was wrong” would have prevented my prompt firing.

Today’s mood: Tentatively cheerful

July 27th, 2003 | Comments Off on

I’ve been reading all these Psychology books and this one thing called the Approach-Avoidance Conflict really interested me. Pretty much, it happens when a person feels that a certain goal has both pros and cons. So the further one is from the goal, the more one focuses on the pros or the reasons to approach the goal. But the closer one is to the goal, the more one focuses on the cons or the reasons to avoid the goal.

Now doesn’t that sound a lot like the way we deal with dating? We chase because we want we want WE WANT, and then when we almost have it, we’re like RUN AWAY!! It’ll never work! I TOLD YOU THAT BITCH WAS CRAZY!

Yeah. Lovely.

July 20th, 2003 | Comments Off on

Roxie put it best when she said that a break up feels like dying. It’s like your heart is suddenly filled with poison, and you can feel it spreading out through your chest, contaminating the rest of your body. Why we all search for love, I have no idea. It’s all bullshit.

July 11th, 2003 | Comments Off on

Okay, I’m seriously thinking about going to school for clinical psychology. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, but have been afraid to really talk about because I’m so scared people will say, “Julia, you’re fucking crazy. What the hell do you think you’re doing, leading the other nuts?” So all those who think I would be good at it, leave me some encouragement.

July 10th, 2003 | Comments Off on