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Be thou my savior...   
04:49pm 01/02/2006
  I hate livejournal, I really do, I don't want a single person to read this.

My grandfather's funeral was today. It was the most beautiful and depressing thing I have ever seen and been apart of. How humble we should all feel, standing there at Arlington Cemetary...death is not about politics.
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I had sex with a very pretty boy...   
07:09pm 12/10/2005
  I will be in Las Vegas from Thursday til Sunday...Happy Birthday to me....bitches.  
Daily Commentary   
10:19pm 03/10/2005
mood: aggravated
Oh children, goodness gracious...
10:14pm 02/10/2005
  Reform movement...  
eating apple cores, is anybody listening?   
05:11pm 28/09/2005
mood: amused
Happy Birthday little brother! 21 is a magic number.
I know I could always be good...   
10:08am 02/09/2005
mood: awake
Why was it so comfortable? A situation open to so many horrible endings, dodged danger and ended alright.
I can't back down,   
05:28pm 05/08/2005
mood: grateful
I don't look down upon you because I think I'm better then you. I look down upon you because I feel better then you do. Why, where, and how everything is so clear now is beyond me, it's left to someones hand, but this is the point in the story when protagonist takes that vital turn towards the light. Perhaps it's gotten too old to be so accepting because you're the same way and to be accepting but above it is so much more fulfilling. It's important to surround yourself in it, to let it take you, wrap around you, permeate that confusion you feel. So, now you're something that you've always been hard and skpetical about. Paul couldn't have said it better.
Thou art my savior...   
12:33pm 05/08/2005
mood: contemplative
Your body is a temple...I have not believed in that statement as much as I do now.

Horribly tempted. Horribly.
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Oh goddammit, I think I lost you   
09:02pm 22/07/2005
mood: contemplative
I've never been so warmly confused in my life. It's like having a electric blanket during a fridged look. Perhaps it's the smell of chlorine on tanned skin or the connotation that comes with water: clean, cool, and comforting. Or maybe perhaps it's the niche, the surroundings that crowd you in a such a place. Would the polar bear race still survive if they were relocated to Africa?
Just a note...   
01:48am 22/07/2005
mood: accomplished
The song that plays after Sister Christian in Boogie Nights during that scene with the drug exchange is Jessie's Girl.
Well let me tell you I have seen a monster age of seventeen...   
10:35am 14/07/2005
mood: giddy
All's well that ends well...and by ends well I mean...Goodness I love Tiffany's http://www.tiffany.com/shopping/zoom_popup.asp?sku=14466215&retail=125&
When did it stop being so beautiful?   
05:23pm 23/06/2005
  Suddenly your father recognizes the mess you made and tells you you've got more character then that. Oh daddy, but look how the colors swirl around in my eyes, it's no longer that dull blue you've come to expect....  
12:02am 16/06/2005
mood: crappy
And now for something you can understand...   
09:40pm 12/06/2005
mood: drunk
Stress=Not fun
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I don't care what concequence it brings, I have been a fool for lesser things   
02:46am 05/06/2005
mood: devious
"Lo, plain Lo in the morning, standing four-feet-ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks... Dolly at school... Dolores on the dotted line. In my arms, she was always Lolita. Light of my life. Fire of my loins. My sin. My soul. Lo-lee-ta."

The first time he read this to me, I wasn't listening, I didn't understand. He stood there, reading from the small pocket sized note book, reading from an anthology of inner workings and thought. It wasn't the first time I had been regarded as a sin....a soul though...a soul It came off audibly pleasing; I liked the rolling L's, the air that escaped with every flick of his tongue...the beautiful static that arose like a steam off of the quote itself. And now I sit here reading it, realizing it...wanting it most to be about me.
He's well hung and I am hanging up   
01:18am 03/06/2005
mood: crushed
Beyond this rage of poetry

It doesn't have to be a mess. if I can just reach in their and find that emotion of so long ago, perhaps all these problems and side courses would not arrive. Better made decisions in parking lots of that denomination you hate. I'm afraid I've lost it though, brutally destroyed by passing automoble. Those drivers are reckless, careless, especially when drunk off their own self awarness.
You only hold me up like this 'cause you don't know who I really am   
03:32pm 13/05/2005
mood: crappy
Tittering perfection can only last so long. Is it so ironic that it's Friday the 13th too? I was yelling too loud to notice, and perhaps that's why it was so sad. All that's left of it is this sore throat and some swelling letters and cards. Those isolated moments where you felt something that needed to be written down are encased in something greater then you'll ever comprehend. This is the point where the heroine realizes she's got nothing to turn to because the things she's got aren't worth their weight. It was the thing that she lost that filled in the inadequcies of everything else. Two options come to mind: start new, or complete destroy what shes got.
New Layout   
10:33pm 09/05/2005
mood: thankful
So, I have this new layout. The man angel is Pygar from Barbarella. There's just something so beautiful about a blind, half naked, man angel.
What did her daddy do? Jannie's got an IOU   
04:18pm 30/04/2005
mood: annoyed
You can't go through life regarded as a thing. Suddenly, every corner you turn, even when you're in the best of neighborhoods, they regard you in the sense of being a cavitiy with a brain attatched to it by a piece of dental floss. You can't all jump at once, it's much easier to take in a syncapated bound.
Quote of the night   
12:34am 18/04/2005
mood: bitchy
"My whole life is stupid!"

Even though I've been bound and gagged, I can still not throw my eyes towards your direction to acknowledge your presence.
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