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[Nov. 28th, 2009|12:29 pm] |
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I'm pretty sure i was about to write a meaningful blog but i smoked and bowl and forgot what direction i was taking it. |
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[Nov. 24th, 2009|10:02 am] |
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i'm a heart.
i'm a heart attack.
i'm a heart attacking.
i'm a heart attacking you.
i'm a heart attacking your heart.
my insides are all you want. & all you feel.
& that's a lie. in two ways. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2009|02:26 am] |
everyday i got through life loving everything about the air i can breathe, the people i get to see and meet, and everything that blooms ands happens. i love life because from what i believe it doesn't come twice. i give the courage and integrity you need to live life to the fullest. i give compliments to make smiles and happiness. i don't give them to hit on you... if i do, then you're lucky because i don't flirt, i don't hit on, and i dont throw myself at anyone. i want love to be genuine. spontaneous. real. and something that doesn't happen after some tallbozys and pbr. i don't wear my grandmothers ring for no reason. i like meaning and honesty.
i;m depressed. i have no best friend. i'm lost. i'm flunking and dying from the inside. i have no idea of my future or my place in life. the only thing i know is that i want to see the world. i want to learn everything about every culture, every plant, every city. i want to know the history, every love story, and every moral. i'm lost in a world of fantasy.... a fantasy i can create in my dreams and paper. if i can draw it, it can happen. i willl me you, love. love of my life. |
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[Sep. 13th, 2009|07:03 pm] |
i need to stop throwing up my emotions on his face.
i just want to love him. thats it. |
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[Sep. 7th, 2009|11:22 am] |
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Irrationality at its peak, I begin to feel as if my integrity has been blown. Blown, like a sex deprived male on his monthly swinger attack. My heart beat ceases to exist as my nights become shorter and my thoughts louder. I close my eyes on this dance floor and forget about you. |
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[Aug. 28th, 2009|08:32 am] |
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I've tried to find a clever way to start this bit but it ceases to conjure so i'll begin with this. He had a 1 inch by 2 centimeter hickey on his neck tonight. What a fucking tool. You see, 'he' is this boy Brian and Brian is this boy that I've been 'talking' to for about 2 months now, BUT when you show up after not seeing me for a week and a half, after being irrational for the past three days about some made up bullshit about me being busy, you have to show up with a fucking hickey on your neck!? What the fuck is that. You see, I am prone to experiences like this. Not to mention, every guy I meet either A) Has no car B) Has no job (which means their life is limited to 99cent tacos at TB --only affording enough for his cravings-- and scoring free beer from your open 12pk at a FB party) or C) Is still in love with someone else but fails to mention it, EVER. I'd put Brian in the C category. He blabs about BOTH of his previous girlfriends non stop and comes over with a dark 'scratch from Jujitsu' on his neck. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2009|11:46 pm] |
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| | The Factory Party | ] |
all i know to do is grab my bong and rip it. it has become the antidote for my reality... i am too lusted to boys. some lonely soul, why don't you come and save me? |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2009|12:19 pm] |
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| | Albert Hammond Jr. | ] |
i met a boy.
who's makin me squirm my legs in the air uncontrollably. smile uncontrollably. laugh uncontrollably.
who's makin my heart mend. givin me all kinds of feelings. that are uncontrollable. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2009|04:53 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| [ | Current Mood |
| |  hopeful | ] |
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| | Camera Obscura- Modern Girl | ] |
You see,
I go back and read all my depressing mourning full blogs about never finding a boy and hitting rock bottom and I get a little nauseated. I could lie and say that it's amusing, somewhat funny, makes me giggle but i'd be lying. It makes me really upset and very unsatisfied with my past... but give me 1..2... not even 3 seconds and i'm over it. I've met a boy. He's pretty fkn chill. In internetz talk. A good looking confident thin moreno. Oh my love for ethnic diversity. ( brown boys ) You bring together a thin, dark, well dressed guy with a charming smile and sexy ( not too overbearing ) gauges and i'd say you have Brian, but a little better looking than you're picturing. He's got a frat look which gets my mind in play when ( && only if, emphasis on if ) the night becomes a 'late' night if you get my drift. He's 'holding out' as he puts it. Making sure I can keep my pussy tame before he gets close. They haven't been so nice to him in the past. meeow.
I always like a challenge. |
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| Like I said... Now this is dedicated to music I like. |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|06:37 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Willis | ] |
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| | anxious | ] |
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Here's a little run down. When I was in Hawaii this past week I heard a really amazing DJ... DJ Marbles. Kind of a strange/ridic name but her set was amazing. Here are a few new songs I heard that had to be given more spotlight.
dig this... It's a remix... but suffices.
good video
another great video
One of my favourite songs :D
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