5 lbs. 5 days.

I was on set today. Adjusting the garter's of an alien being.
It was prettiest unpretty sight I've seen.
Then I looked in the mirror, and died.
So I know I'm not 7 hundred feet tall, and Im never going to look like an emaciated 20 year old with silicone ta-ta's.




BUT.


Maybe I can look like a 21 yr old 5"3 version of that with natural milk makers.
Que penses tu?
I've got 5 days to lose 5 pounds.


Im hungry already.




PEOPLE: I need your moral support. Cheer for me. Pray for me during my war against food.

i just thought you all should know...

I'm the COOLEST. 

 {that's right, i said it.}

Today..

i opened my eyes. 

and finally saw myself. 

dude.

now i know why my hands were still bleeding. 

obviously my dreaming self is smarter than my awake self. 

she can follow patterns. 

you keep doing it man. 

im starting to get angry. 

ugh.  

another bloody dream.

i keep having dreams about my fingers splitting down the middle

rushing blood down my hands onto my wrist

the one wrist

with the tattoo 

of you. 

i painted a picture of my bloody hand 

hoping the dreams would stop

and they stopped

or so i thought

last night 

i got into a car crash

and i thought i died

but when i realized i wasnt dead 

laying in a puddle of blood

pouring from my neck

i looked down 

and my hand

was missing 3 fingers

and rushing blood 

down my wrist

the one wrist

with the tattoo

of you.

 

i woke up this morning

wondering why?

seeing as how we're giving it another try

before i thought the blood on my hands 

was the pain of being without you

the pain from everything that was you

but if we're doing this again..

why am i still bleeding? 

what??

r.i.p 

heath ledger was pronounced dead today at 3:45 pm. 

out of nowhere!

ill be mourning his death for the next couple of days. 

he was really talented, beautiful, and way too young to go. 

this is the type of mother i aspire to be

seriously. 

how ridiculous is that? 

preetttty ridiculous. 

have you seen my purpose?

i cant seem to find it. 

im pretty sure i lost it somewhere. 

and so it goes..

you        are           my               lingering                 sickness. 

broken everything.

i have 

a broken phone

and a broken head

booze and broken hearts dont play well with each other. 

or me. 

kimbo jones

so im laying in my bed

listening to damian rice

thinking about this blog that i write.. 

i write too much about him

him, the heartbreaker, the lifetaker..

he doesnt deserve all these words. 

so im going to take a little break from that. 

things are looking up. 

i made dinner last night in my new apartment for the first time

for myself and a friend that i should have made dinner for a very long time ago. 

she's beautiful. 

i missed her. 

we used to live together in a mess. 

smoke pot and eat pasta all night and day. 

blast music while we put on our make up

and drink beers in the shower. 

there was a couch made out of beer cases. 

there was scrabble. 

there was fiona apple. 

there was a jukebox on the wall that she drew

there was a cat in a box

there was free cable

i miss that. 

i miss living with her. 

so ill just make dinner for her more often. 

xoxo

i want to...

your eyes were blue

even though they were green. 

your words were real

or so they seemed. 

my heart was broken

but my head was strong

i used to miss you 

but

you've been gone too long

you asked me to leave

so i left you behind

asked me to come back

asked to rewind

i cant go back

...

i want to go back. 

you come. you stay.

im not moving

anymore. 

whatever happened to the morning.

i miss you today

i miss the way 

we used to live

we used to live

together. 

i miss waking up 

and not getting out of bed

while you began your day 

did all the things i wouldnt do

and i layed there

wrapped in the sheets

all warm 

with love for you 

always the one asking you 

to stay

stay

i just wanted to stay. 

you're funny

outbox msg 7

you haunt me. 

your memory. 

          your scent. 

                    your sound. 

your teeth. 

                                                     haunt me. 

you haunt me in my dreams. 

with my bloody hands and my bleeding wrists. 

when i stumble upon a moment. 

one

sober

moment.. 

is a moment with you. 

your ghost is near. 

it lingers in my mouth. 

push/\pull

if only you could be back here. 

just

be

here. 

then it would be the same as it was before. 

it would

go.

back.

to the same as it was before. 

the same as i thought it was. 

the same as i believed it was. 

i 

believed 

it 

was. 

it was. 

it was. 

it really

really 

was. 

i paint my nails 

i think of you

i cut my bangs

i think of you

you. 

you. 

YOU are the one who pushed. 

you pushed. 

and i pulled. 

and you pushed. 

and i pulled. 

and you PUSHED. 

until there was 

nothing

left 

for me 

to pull. 

so i pushed. 

and you pulled. 

and i pushed

and you pulled 

until 

i 

couldn't 

push 

anymore

or 

      at all. 

i cry. 

i dont know where the tears come from anymore. 

i cant explain them. 

but i can taste them. 

salty

and 

full 

of 

woe. 

why cant you just come back here?

you say you want to do this. 

so. 

SO. 

do this. 

do it. 

DO it. 

i cant pretend to live with you

when i 

                live without you. 

i cant bear to live without you 

and pretend

                to live with you. 

come 

or 

go

stay 

or 

leave

but

the spaces in between those words do not exist. 

i cannot exist in between spaces. 

or 

ill

suffocate. 

i need to breathe. 

either give me the air i need 

or let me find it on my own. 

but 

dont choke me. 

because my throat is sore. 

oh no you di'int!

"ive seen smaller girls take bigger d*cks"

-m.a.b

strawberry crush

'i think you're gorgeous' 

does that mean he likes me... ? 

im thinking yes.. 

oh yeah.

the birds are chirping

and there are stains all over my black couch.

 

its a good day. 

The Tower

the tower represents sudden and unexpected change. 

it signifies the destruction of something that was not built on a solid foundation

with this change comes a time of 

disorder

and 

chaos

but from this comes great improvement and newfound strength. 

this is an opportunity for you to start over and 

right you wrongs. 

great love is grave love

you were too scared to say yes. 

 

  and 

            I

     was too scared

to 

say no. 

but i did. 

and its done. 

'its like a mosquito bite - you just need to x it out and its gone' 

- aj

im sick.

and it sucks. 

now or never

doesnt exist. 

if its now or never

then 

its 

never.