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MONEY SUX>>>>
BROOKLYN IS KOOL>>>
WHATEVERWHATEVERWHATEVERWHATEVER
BROOKLYN IS KOOL>>>
WHATEVERWHATEVERWHATEVERWHATEVER
qlothing questions
what kind of jeans do you wear to apply for jobs in the west village?
what kind of skirt do you wear to a fashion boutique fitting on madison avenue?
what kind of leggings do you wear to a gay margarita bar in the east village?
what kind of dress do you wear to picnic in central park?
what kind of blouse do you wear to sign the lease of your duplex with a private backyard right in the middle of puerto rico town?
what kind of shoes do you wear to walk around all day personal assisting a PR guy in the rain on your second day in new york?
what kind of outfit do you wear when you feel really good in this really big place?
what kind of skirt do you wear to a fashion boutique fitting on madison avenue?
what kind of leggings do you wear to a gay margarita bar in the east village?
what kind of dress do you wear to picnic in central park?
what kind of blouse do you wear to sign the lease of your duplex with a private backyard right in the middle of puerto rico town?
what kind of shoes do you wear to walk around all day personal assisting a PR guy in the rain on your second day in new york?
what kind of outfit do you wear when you feel really good in this really big place?
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annnngsssttt
hahaHAHAas
the last thing i wrote sounds really fucking angsty and it's not even how i felt then. i was just annoyed.
so, last night i had a dream i met my boyfriend that i KNEW was perfect and half of his upper teeth were GOLD!@ it was so cool. we talked a lot about life, love, secret agents, and had a really good time. i can't really remember the rest of my dream except for that i was in a chinese high school and i wouldn't eat the coleslaw i would only eat the carrots in the coleslaw. and it turned out i was a secret spy infiltrating renn fayre. but none of that is as important as meeting my perfect gold grilled boyfriend.
THE END>
ps- still haven't herdd back from hunter and i'm getting NERVOUS!@!!
so, last night i had a dream i met my boyfriend that i KNEW was perfect and half of his upper teeth were GOLD!@ it was so cool. we talked a lot about life, love, secret agents, and had a really good time. i can't really remember the rest of my dream except for that i was in a chinese high school and i wouldn't eat the coleslaw i would only eat the carrots in the coleslaw. and it turned out i was a secret spy infiltrating renn fayre. but none of that is as important as meeting my perfect gold grilled boyfriend.
THE END>
ps- still haven't herdd back from hunter and i'm getting NERVOUS!@!!
welcome to the corporate world, asshole
cool i made some money but i didn't write up the order forms right, so i don't make that much money.
yayyyy. i like blueprint cru AND jungle boogie so like OMG I HOPE NEITHER OF THEM GET SENT HOME.
also, fuk drugs. even amp energy drinx. ahhhhg.
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last night i had my berfday party at THE ROLLER RINK and it was really cool. it was glow nite so they turned out all the lights and it was like flying through a bunch of whirring glowing colors. but that was only some of the time.
the other times sean kept zipping around me looking like this:
saying IVE EATEN SIXTY MILLIGRAMS OF VALIUM SINCE WE GOT HERE!
it was fun.
the other times sean kept zipping around me looking like this:
saying IVE EATEN SIXTY MILLIGRAMS OF VALIUM SINCE WE GOT HERE!
it was fun.
we made it through security!
my dad is dressed up in a surfer trader joes bag colorful as always ready to fly to hawaii where he can live inside the volcanoes under the rainbows and swim with the turtles. this is a good thing. me, i'm a little scared.
pacifist anarchist
blah blah blah blah
went to a chinese drug store in chinatown today, gave the man a slip of paper that said something in chinese and said "pain," pointed to my wrist. he gave me like some patch things. it really smells so i have to wear it at night. hopefully i won't be a gimp no mo.
miranda is doing homework, andy needs his space and i am sitting in the living room talking with libby but she can't hear because of her cold and i can't talk because of singing showtunes at a piano bar sunday nite. weird. i like her though.
oh, miranda and i also walked by ground zero looking for dim sum and we were like what the fuck why is there construction going on in the middle of the street! this is so annoying. but then we asked someone where the twin towers used to be and they said right here and sure enough, they were right there. it was really disappointing and covered by a blue fence that said 9/11 memorial but there was nothing memorable about it. i still got some cool presents from the museum shop across the street.
there is so much to do here and i still have another week! yay!
went to a chinese drug store in chinatown today, gave the man a slip of paper that said something in chinese and said "pain," pointed to my wrist. he gave me like some patch things. it really smells so i have to wear it at night. hopefully i won't be a gimp no mo.
miranda is doing homework, andy needs his space and i am sitting in the living room talking with libby but she can't hear because of her cold and i can't talk because of singing showtunes at a piano bar sunday nite. weird. i like her though.
oh, miranda and i also walked by ground zero looking for dim sum and we were like what the fuck why is there construction going on in the middle of the street! this is so annoying. but then we asked someone where the twin towers used to be and they said right here and sure enough, they were right there. it was really disappointing and covered by a blue fence that said 9/11 memorial but there was nothing memorable about it. i still got some cool presents from the museum shop across the street.
there is so much to do here and i still have another week! yay!
sure shot
rory sean +i are drivin around. i look out the back window of the car and see a dumb cop aiming his gun into the laurelhurst pond. we're thinking he's just goin gun fishin on his break, but he shoots and suddenly tons of bubbles come up. a big man's head surfaces and bobs up and down. he begins to run out of the pond while the cop scrambles to chase him. he gets in our car. we buy him beer, i text the cop and say he's not goin back to jail. hes just some harmless drunk.
then all this shit happens and it turns out he;s actually a douche and an off duty cop in sellwood catches us trying to make it to westmoreland. then something happens with his boss trying to find him and flying with a large headed cartoon man blah blah what!!!!
then all this shit happens and it turns out he;s actually a douche and an off duty cop in sellwood catches us trying to make it to westmoreland. then something happens with his boss trying to find him and flying with a large headed cartoon man blah blah what!!!!
they're always out for blood
a sleepaway camp. ashley costa's parents. i can't escape their stabbings or drownings or fucking... i can't remember. at first it was kool and all, killin other peeps but now i'm on the recieving end... it's just like what's with all the killing, head? i'm kinda getting sick of waking up thinking about death... going to sleep thinkin about death. HOW ANNOYING!!!
