closing the book |
I'm sitting here at my desk, counting down until I get to walk out the doors for the last time. I hold no grudge to this place, the nearly 3 years I spent here have opened so many doors to me that I t...
Posted by Miss Valerie on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 11:09:00 PST |
Making my way in the concrete jungle |
I'm adjusting to living life in San Francisco quite well. I'm every bit as happy here as I expected to be, and considering that I am madly, deliriously in love with someone who makes me genuinely happ...
Posted by Miss Valerie on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 04:00:00 PST |
deep breath |
Someday I'll learn to take a step back before I'm at my breaking point. Until then, thank god I'm (as my roommate puts it) "a tough mean bitch". I recently noticed that for all of the massively ...
Posted by Miss Valerie on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 07:52:00 PST |
another rare update- my life is busy. |
I rarely post shit here because A) I have a livejournal that I post to and B) if theres something I want people to know I call them, email them, or (and I know this is crazy) hang out with them in per...
Posted by Miss Valerie on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 06:10:00 PST |
the latest |
Things are going well. Very well, I dare say.
I'm still loving my job, still learning tons not only about what I'm doing but also what I'd like to be doing. In case any of you are curious about just w...
Posted by Miss Valerie on Fri, 26 Aug 2005 11:40:00 PST |
kill friendster.. but not it's content... |
so I decided to delete my friendster account since I don't think I've been to the site in at least a year. but I couldn't let the super sweet testimonials some of you left me wither away into the blac...
Posted by Miss Valerie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
2004 |
More than a few of us have said that 04 has possibly been one of the worst years ever. We've lost so much that we're now clinging to the hope of a great 05- for no reason other than it just can't be w...
Posted by Miss Valerie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
hearts desires |
I am a nostalgiafor the lives of passions pastfor the strength of memoryof smiles on stagesof toes stretched to the skyof music grabbing limbs, and conducting behaviorof productive conversation,which ...
Posted by Miss Valerie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
