Title: You’re Mostly What I Think About
To: Marie, megyal
From: Jade, blurred_affairs
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Summary: Patrick hates his life and finding an ad in the paper, has a new beginning.
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned are not my own. This is written purely for entertainment, not profit. No harm was meant by the writing of this story.
Author’s Note: beta’d by Amanada, okubyo_kitsune


( you're the only proper noun i need )

i love fu jian and my cats.

the end.

hey hampton peeps.

hang out with me next weekend, the 14th, 15th and 16th.
i will be in town and i miss you all!

fuckkkkk yes!
obama wins AND virginia went blue!
life is sweet

luke is gone for today and tomorrow. going to see his parents and get his cats.
i'm excited to get the cats, but pouty cause i couldn't get off work and i am entirely too dependent on this boyfriend of mine.
so, i'm going to finish out work, take my midterm, then go pouty shopping.
i like this plan of mine.

you know, looking back on my last post, it's kind of sad i have to mention, let alone think it's awesome, that i'm happy for a change.

i'm tired of being sad and lonely and tired and full of anger all the time.

if i could get a new job, i think that would help me a lot. a lot, a lot.

any ideas?

i'm happy tonight.
god, what a wonderful change.

woo!
jade has a new bf.
go me.

so, this past weekend i got drunk a lot, and met up with an old friend and did some stupid things.
i do a lot of stupid things, way too often.

dumped.
destroyed.
so totally fucked.

not much going on here.
my sister asked me to be the maid of honor in her wedding.
which is the only good news i've had so far.
but yay! for that.

owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
stupid latte machine. stupid work.

it breaks my fucking heart.

everything is gonna be alright.



be strong.




believe.

spring break is over.
that's sad.
i didn't do much, just hung out with reno and sara and hanna and watched lots of free movies, the ONLY perk to the job, besides working with kins.

other than that...


it's all downhill from here.
graduation, here i come.

they don't love you like i love you.

IPOD ACTIVITIES

Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle.
Say the following questions aloud, and press play.
Use the song title as the answer to the question.

NO CHEATING.

How does the world see me?:

'having a blast'
green day

Will I have a happy life?:

'no w'
ministry

What do my friends really think of me?:

'this is your life'
switchfoot

Do people secretly lust after me?:

'madman'
authority zero

How can I make myself happy?:

'kinky sex makes the world go 'round'
dead kennedys
[LMFAO!]

What should I do with my life?:

'forward motion'
relient k

Will I ever have children?:

'bulimic'
the used

What is some good advice for me?:

'jimmy jazz'
the clash

How will I be remembered?:

'boom'
p.o.d.
[sara, it's a sign]

What is my signature dancing song?:

'follow you down'
blindside

What do I think my current theme song is?:

'next stop batteries'
avoid one thing

What does everyone else think my current theme song is?:

'sunshine'
matt costa

What song will play at my funeral?:

'slow down'
ben jelen

What type of men/women do you like?:

'dance hall'
modest mouse

What is my day going to be like?:

'line and sinker'
billy talent

What is for dinner tonight?

'disease'
matchbox twenty

What song would your alarm play in the morning?

'salt in our wounds'
h.i.m.

sometimes i don't know what to do with myself.
one moment, i think i'm just so awesome...

the next, i'm scum.

i'm so bipolar it's not even funny.
i want to just pick something to follow...where the fuck is the 17 year old girl handbook?
i could really use it right about now.


sara....i followed your advice about the blob. i don't know how it's working out yet. i definately FEEL a lot more. of everything. but anyways, LUFF YEW!

i feel sickly. i have a headache, and the chills and i have this godawful tickle in my throat that won't go away.

and more than i feel sick, i feel fucking sad.
i'm happy, but i'm just not feeling it.

so as sadness consumes, sleeping begins.