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I am Tiffany and this is my journal. Most of my entries are friends only.
I was born in '85 (you do the math, i dont want to come back and re-edit this later) and live in NYC but I miss nature more than I can possibly explain. I am a college graduate with a BFA in theatre arts trying to live the dream of actually doing something related to your degree.
I would post a picture but I generally keep pictures of myself as my icons.

I like fun, I love my friends, and though my family is crazy and disfunctional they are my top priority. I miss my dad, my best friend.

Give me a dollar to be added :)

I'm signing the lease on saturday to an apartment in Park Slope aaaaaaaaaand that means Ari & I will be extra close this summer! Hollaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa


I think I'm already sick of being blonde.

What do you think should I touch up the roots and give it another month or go back to brown?

I think I am stronger for it.

I know I appreciate the little things more.

I often get confused about what I want in life and even more often feel that I will end up making stupid, rash decisions because I constantly feel the need for something different.

Bummer - the act or art of oral sex performed on a man by a homeless person.

Ok, so I think we found the place. I mean, I really, really liked it. It's in Park Slope, Brooklyn, big, lots of rooms, a whole floor to ourselves, 1 1/2 blocks from 3 subway lines and 5 blocks from the park. I'm going back with Mike on tuesday and we're pretty sure we want to get it.

I'm really scared I'm not going to be able to afford first months rent AND the security deposit. I hate not having money. I am considering getting a THIRD job. A THIRD JOB. fuck. I'll find a way to make it work because I really really like this place and I really really want it.

I posted a bulletin on myspace and a blurb on my facebook status about how I'm afraid of affording it with a link to my paypal. I doubt I'll get anything but I've got no shame anymore, right? I'm not even going to post here my friends on here have been so amazingly helpful and kind in the past.

If you are reading this and wondering how one person could possibly be so poor, I spent all my savings that I had on visiting my dad in the hospital many times last year.. No regrets, but I am pretty poor now. Do what you've gotta, right?

Anyway, as I was saying, I really, really like this place and will do what I have to do to get in there.

damn he went WAY too far. He was so handsome naturally and he doesn't even look like the same person. How do you act with a brand new face?

Its too bad because I really liked him and this is pretty gross. I've lost a lot of respect. A nip & tuck there if you feel you have to is one thing but he practically got an entirely different persons face grafted onto his own

BEFORE


( AFTER )

Help me decide which of these two blonde pics is better, a facebook user picture is a huge decision.

So I have a bunch to write about.

now is not the time.

I didn't know him, only through AMA, but its still so strange.

I just keep thinking about his family.

It was mentioned in his obit that most of his time was spent on the computer talking to his friends from around the world... We all have him in our hearts & thoughts

I need to pack up my entire room by one week from today. I have a lot of junk (that is not junk).

What is your method of packing? do you start at one end and just move toward the door or small stuff first? or what? HELP I need to get this done and its too daunting so instead I'm LJing

(xposted in AMA so most of you will see this twice. sorry.)

I'm not wearing green today.

Nor am I drinking.

Fuck Ya'll.

when in the early stages of being buzzed I trill my lips often.

I had a fantastic day today.

what is happening to me?

All I want to do is snuggle under a blanket all warm and happy and completely platonic with a good friend watching a good movie or tv.

My "love language" is physical touch. Feeling that connection and i guess... the warmth of people I love is important, and I feel like this isn't as acceptable now that I'm out of college dorms, and that sucks.

Nights have been inexplicably sad for me. I feel like screaming and breaking things or just crying.

WHHYYY is life so weird right now?

and I say I've got my best shoes on
I'm ready to go
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I've been thinking about love all day long. Love in all its forms.
( Click here for lots of love )

Thats unfortunate, hmm?

I got a new ATM card bc mine was lost somewhere in TX

I brought my camera with a broken screen to the shop

I went to PUMA and put in my availability for the rest of the shows run & got my check

I paid the next payment on my toof

I spoke to Rae and confirmed shes still in for getting an apt

Then the real weird stuff began

I met up with Israel and somehow we were misled by his friend into going to stand up comedy for deaf people. Neither Israel nor myself speak ASL at all. It was for 1 1/2 hrs.

Then we got his tragus pierced

Then we ran into his one and only ex girlfriend?

We parted ways and now Mike is sleeping next to me. We're going to a show tomorrow :) Just him being here makes me feel good. it bothers me that he never gets to see his friends anymore even though he lives with them, they make him so happy. He's so busy always, but we've gotta do what we've gotta to get our lives going.

at this moment everything is perfect