The night is shattered,.......

Hi.

Please and thank you.

Seattle. I miss you. It seems the moment I get there my phone is flooded and I end up hanging out with awesome people for hours at a time. Daphnie and I have been driving up there a lot and it's been nice to talk to someone about everything on my mind. We have a lot of the same stuff floating around in our heads and it's really reassuring. Tuesday I went up alone to visit some people and look at apartments.
Someday, my dear.





On a sidenote: The italian figured 'it' out, and started thinking for himself. He did it right as I developed a crush on another boy. Super. I asked him if we were allowed to date other people and I think he died a little inside.

I don't feel like writing at all. It's too sunny and all I want to do is take pictures. I need a digital camera. Badly.

Here's a nice namedrop for all of you who downloaded Menos. I was given the actual cd. Pictures, lyrics, and all. Booyah achieved indeed.

It's fine. I'm fine.

So much motivation and not enough resources to put it to use. I'll get there.


I can't quite figure out why I randomly stopped feeling a spark. Too much uncomfortable silence?


You're kind of a dick.

Lauren B. (This is a long shot) - w4w - 24

Date: 2005-05-15, 7:42PM PDT


Few women make me look twice, but you did. I admit you even left me smiling through out my day.
Just my luck you're most likely straight or taken... but damn you're pretty and cute! I just want you to know this.
This Lauren is around my age (I'm guessing), 5'4, 110lbs., nice style, and shoulder length auburn hair. Ahhh.
Again, thank you.



No. Seriously.


Also, tomorrow I will be in Seattle. Mad Cow Disease photoshoot. I get to sit around eating hamburgers and having my picture taken doing so. If you're hungry and want in, let me know.
Seriously. It's artsy. Come on.

Going out to Lake Cushman this weekend reminded me of how much I love that drive. I want to do a photography project with all the fireworks stands this summer. That shit depresses me. Each one is pretty much in front of a busted down mobile home.

I bought a bunch of film. Then it started raining. Swell.

I feel overly lovey lately and it's making me feel like everyone else is less-than-lovey. If that makes sense.
I'm going on a picnic tomorrow.

Last night a teeny tiny part of my heart was returned.
We sat drinking cranberry juice with berry vodka and talked for three hours. Notorious B.I.G on the record player in the background. The last topic of conversation being that we had both been nervous and unsure of what to wear for the occasion.
I spilled my drink about three times because I was so embarrassingly fidgety and giddy.

I can't believe we've already almost died again!

Afterward I went over to Vince's to curl up in bed. He was already mostly asleep, but he woke up just enough for me to tell him how happy I was, and that things had gone well.


D-rock and L-boogs.

No fat chicks. Hearts, stars, and balloons.

I got remotely drunk at a bible study last night and started talking about Michael Jackson molesting young boys.
I slurred something about vaseline and how I think my puppy is actually retarded too.

Later in the night I got kicked in the face, on accident, wearing only my underwear and laying in a hallway. Not at the bible study though.

Thought I'd share.

I don't want to go to work today. I just want to sit around eating fried rice and flan.

My 'gina is sore. The lady that did it was french so when I yelled "MERDE!@#$%", she laughed at me and said "Maybe we try smaller strips, no?". Only it was more like maywe vee try zuhmaller streeps.

I went home and instantly told my mother. She laughed at me. A lot.
Later when Vince called she yelled at me "ARE YOU GOING TO GO SHOW HIM YOUR BARE PUSSY?!". I think I almost vomited, but it made me realize that the madre and I have finally hit that place. The one where we're more friends than mother-daughter. Disgusting and weird friends. <3



I completely have her eyes and lips.

"Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh."

The Minus show was good times. Sold out.
Got up there early so I could finish a favor and chat a little bit. Shopped at all my favorite little U-District stores, and talked about apartments. Yeah. Vague is awesome.

Today I feel compelled to clean my room, knit, and have a picnic.

New job training on monday. Stereodrive show friday. I'm also actually getting a brazilian somewhere between those two things. Terrified.

I'm trying to convince myself not to spend all my money on a new ipod. Next paycheck. Maybe. Why do they have to be so expensive. I want my old one back.



"Many a good man has failed because he had his wishbone where his backbone should have been."



SuperShowerG1RL: I'll make up a song
SuperShowerG1RL: Sing it to the tune of Interpol's "Stella was a diver and she was always down"
SuperShowerG1RL: Lauren!
Lauren!
oh Laurennnnn!

Lauren i love you Lauren i love you Lauren i love yooooouuu
SuperShowerG1RL: So how are you my catatonic sex toy love drug diver

I spent the night. Lock and save. Lock and save. Just so you know. To keep my mind off things. Etc.
I stated my case. In my eyes I have two choices. I'm not prepared for either of them right now. Ditto. Ditto. Ditto.
We didn't say a word, and our arms didn't let go until the third time his alarm went off.




Detected at the same spot. Not as nice as octopuses.

For Easter I painted eggs with a four year old and we shared tons of candy. Then I went tanning again, and worked out a little bit.

( I'm getting remotely buff and insanely darkCollapse )

Spring makes people go crazy. All this rain.

I'm thinking too much. About work. About people. About my body. About this band. About how you randomly called me. About how sun-burned I am. About April. About 32-24-35. About money. About moving. About the Coast Guard. About how I keep running into you. About rain.



I miss our puppy. His puppy. The puppy. Puppies are simple. Sometimes.

Step 2: Get new job. Make more money. Weasel way into some sort of management position. Make even more money.
I guess it's not really a step because I'm sure going back to Gap will work out fine, I'm just impatient and I want to start there [again] NOW NOW NOW.

I was made a rum cake. It's very good. When I cut it it oozes. "The alcohol cooks out, so I soaked it for a few hours."

"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."