Saturday, August 14, 2010




matted hair/messy room, apple juice, sleeping in, mtv, fights with boys, mousse, dreams that make you wake up angry, new job, long drives, need to get out again!!, money owed, elliott smith, smoke burns, san diego, jamesons, stoop dwelling, wonton soup, bikeage sing-a-longs, ooo my babe's here soon! oh and I MISS KELLY!!!!

Friday, August 13, 2010

Wednesday, August 11, 2010






also i need to see this movie... sienne miller... keira knightley... AND cillian murphy? AUGH

DREAM

so my parents and i went to Somalia, but to an apparent realllly nice place - a resort - the hotels were like palaces and beautiful boats would take you along the beaches. you know. vacation spot. the only thing was that there were still Somalian military/government/whatever personal everywhere, and if you didn't abide by their strict lisfestyle and customs - or for that matter - if you did anything they didn't like - that'd be it for you. depeneding, they might give you another chance before either banishing you from the country or all together killing you, but in most cases you were gone in some way or another. SO for some reason these "gaurds" heard something come out of my mouth that they didn't like. surprise. haha. and i didn't know about it until my mom somehow found out and told me, and then my dream turned into running away from these fucked up Somalian guards. there was this one dude who was helping me that had some super power of some sort and could fly, so he somehow translated some of that power to me and therefore i could fly, but only if i was riding a bike and concentrating reallllly hard on going really fast and getting away. it ended with a bunch of people chasing me, and me not being able to get this bike to fly, but at the last second i did and flew over the ocean to safety.
AWESOME.



i think it was only set in Somalia because last night i was super drunk and watched southpark before bed... season 13... where cartmen and others go to Somalia to be pirates.. hahaaa

Sunday, August 8, 2010

TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHIIIIINNNNNNN LIIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZY

Saturday, August 7, 2010

The city was hers, as, made up and sleeked so with the customary words and images (cosmopolitan, culture, cable cars) it had not been before: she had safe-passage tonight to its far blood's branchings, be they capillaries too small for more than peering into, or vessels mashed together in shameless municipal hickeys, out on the skin for all but tourists to see. Nothing of the night's could touch her; nothing did.

Friday, August 6, 2010