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Sep. 13th, 2009 | 03:15 am


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fuck photogenic beauty bitches.

Sep. 7th, 2009 | 08:58 pm
music: its over, by waits.

i only use this thing when i am doing homework and need a distraction.

cause i don't keep a diary, in the literal sense, the book bound sense.
i collect trinkets, discarded items, doodles and stolen photographs.
they would make no sense to anyone but me.
but piled in a little glass box by my bed; it is me.
my life, my loves and my losses all intertwined and overlapping on each other.

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idelwild blue

Aug. 25th, 2009 | 08:28 am

please, let that not be my biggest regret.

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stab city, IRE

Aug. 21st, 2009 | 09:05 am
music: Cold Cold Ground

been up since 5am watching an old season of project runway; jet lag is a bitch.
flew home alone yesterday with vomit in my hair no less, 22 hours all together; loneliest day of my life.
sat in the terminal in O'Hare crying while drinking an overpriced iced tea; not the faintest idea why.
can't find the cable to download the photos either; shit.

This trip was interesting to say the least.
Good tho, very good.
I think I need a long hug...and possibly a bath.

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Belly Scratchings

Jul. 30th, 2009 | 10:29 pm

I haven't drawn/painted/doodled in weeks.
These inactive periods of creativity scare me.
That I in fact I may be going in the wrong direction...dragging my feet.

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turn left...recalculationg...turn right!

Jul. 10th, 2009 | 07:47 pm

I drink way too much for my little 5'1 frame.
like potato chips, I can't just have one.
I guess it helps remove the second guessing aspect of my life.
Where as I should do this, but I'm really doing that.
So many mornings afternoons that start with: that was the weirdest night everCollapse )

Ivanna, eat shrimp cup-o-noodle with me.
I love you.

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...by far i love you more.

Jul. 6th, 2009 | 09:53 am
mood: awaketotal distain.
music: 6'1


The last few months have been the strangest.
How I have made it through with out going completely bat shit crazy, is beyond me.
I simultaneously thank/apologize to all of the people around me.
You are too good to someone like me, I don't deserve it.
Unrevealed to you, it saved my fucking life.

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dependence day.

Jul. 4th, 2009 | 03:17 pm
music: Bat For Lashes


The trophy that I made for us
In fur and gold
Got into the wrong pair of hands
In truth was sold
Mercy this and mercy that
Let justice prevail
But I just want my trophy back
It's not for sale
When I got my trophy back
It took some time
To polish it, to go from black
And shoot the line
When I put it back inside
And locked the door
A trophy of mercy
Is a trophy no more

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80 oz's of wisdom.

Jul. 4th, 2009 | 02:56 pm
music: Fur & Gold

I really do wish churros were really filled with chicken.
I believed that for years.
I wish a lot of that stuff we believed as children was true.
Santa, true love, God, closet monsters, a Federal law that states all foreign visitors must visit Disneyland.
Adulthood would seem less daunting & churros would be more nutritious.


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stuck inside of mobile with the (sunland/tujunga) blues.

Jul. 2nd, 2009 | 02:29 am
mood: hopeful.
music: Malabomba!

goldfish only get as big as their tanks allow them to.
this goldfish needs a bigger tank.
maybe the ocean?

ie: need to move out.
need to grow.
need ♥.

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