its someone's birthday today.
funnily enough its also the day that i remember all the things i hated.
who woulda thunk?
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
there were nights when the wind was so cold..
but it's all coming back, its all coming back to me now.
there are moments of gold and there are flashes of light.
im ready.
there is a creativity storm brewing in my brain and rumbling in my heart.
i want structured fabrics.
i want paint.
i want leather.
i want silk scarves wrapped around my forehead, and i dont care if its passe.
now if only i could make shoes.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
colors
"in the beginning...
oh - long before that..
when light was deciding who should be in, and who should be out of spectrum
Yellow - was in trouble. even then.
seems that Green, you know how Green can be..
didnt want Yellow in
some silly primal envy i suppose..
but for whatever cause; the effect was bad on Yellow.
and caused Yellow to weep yellow tears
for several eternals, before there were years.
until Blue heard what was up, between Green and Yellow.
and took Green aside for a serious talk
in which Blue pointed out
that if Yellow and Blue
were to get together...
(not that they would)
but if they did..
a gentle threat - they could make their own green
'oh' said Green with some understanding..
naturally by a sudden change of hue
Green saw the light, and Yellow got in.
worked out fine.
Yellow got lemons.
and Green..
got limes."
- Ken Nordine
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
nobody's alone.
' the little cracks they escalated
and before we know it is too late
for making circles and telling lies
you're moving too fast for me
and i cant keep up
maybe if you slowed down for me
i could see you're only telling
lies, lies, lies
breaking us down with your
lies, lies, lies. '
- glen hansard
(see the movie Once. do it now.)
ps. Im in love with Glen Hansard
Monday, February 18, 2008
one headlight?
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Ughhhh.
she says: are you going to get into a relationship with him? i think you should. i think it'll be good for you.
i say: fuck that. i dont want a relationship.
she says: but you like him, you cant deny it. you got jealous - you know what that means.
i say: okay fine. but it doesnt mattter. nothing matters. its all bullshit. everything is bullshit.
she says: well then stop seeing him.
i say: maybe i will.
but really...
..... ... ... .. . .
i wont. i wont and i will carry on until the week before i leave. i like it too much.
and then...whether i call it something or not...it will be hard.
im a masochist - what else would i do? avoid pain? hell no.
ride it out. enjoy the ride.
even when you know its going to end, you still wait in line for it.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
txt msgs: a series
i love oatmeal.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
im a charlatan.
Monday, February 4, 2008
word of the month: mirrors.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
dude.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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?
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
what??
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
broken everything.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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
Monday, January 14, 2008
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.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
outbox msg 7
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
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.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
great love is grave love
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
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