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I GOT MY CAR!! it's beautiful. pictures soon.
tonight i dined with Greta Garbo. a disabled asian woman served us, and smeared avocado all over my lap. i tipped well. my new turntable is spinning me threads of love, and my boyfriend just got a bigger, better place.. his only flatmate being a mutual friend. he'll be moved in by the time i'm in the city friday. fuck yes.
upcoming fun:
2.25- velveteen @ great american music hall
2.27- JOURNEY @ paramount!
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| been runnin out of things i didn't even know i was usin |
[12 Feb 2005|02:45pm] |
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terrible misfortune. i don't understand it. today seems to be tilting, defying gravity. i've been waking with inescapeable demons.. i think i'll go for a bike ride. my atm card was lost at some point last night.. leaving me sans money, and therefore sans a way of getting home. but thankfully, the kindest of cab drivers gave me a free ride and a 20 dollar bill. i asked to take his name.. in hopes to pay him back when life isnt sucking so badly.. but he refused to give it to me. he said that my having a way of reaching him would only increase a feeling of obligation for me to pay him back, which he did not want me to. i will never forget him.
last night was a mixture of things. bryan took me out to an amazing dinner at Tao (french vietnamese). it was incredible. afterwards we traveled to erren's for sing-alongs and moustaches. i'm hoping that tonight will be less strange than today.. i'm sure that it will be. i'm dreading san jose tomorrow. fat family gatherings. literally.. just, really fat people. at least bryan is coming with me. if any of yous are in the city tonight, stop by the mad dog.. lower haight. x street fillmore, i believe. we'll be layin it on you nice and easy.
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| let your hips do the talking |
[10 Feb 2005|09:45pm] |
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my life as of late has been scattered, but almost perfect.. (the only large imperfection being the town that i'm stuck in.. but only for a few more months). i've decided to postpone, if not completely forget about my plans of moving to los angeles. i now plan on the san francisco.. which suits me far better. i'm contemplating the art academy.. looking into acting classes/workshops.. but no matter how i spend my time, that is where i will be. and that is a rediculously happy thought. i bought a car. a volvo, 240 dl. i can't pick it up until a week from today, but it's mine and i love it. i've also ordered a new turntable.. which should be here any day now. i've got two already, but neither of them ever seem to work quite right.. so, both of them having been handed down to me, i decided to purchase a new one. kit is getting bigger than i thought she would.. but she still hasn't quite developed a meow. that's fine. i like her better that way. this coming saturday, my love and i will be doing a pre-v-day thing at the mad dog.. should be quite interesting. we plan on nothing but severely depressing love songs. luckily we're friends with the owner, so we wont be getting shut down. i have a new-found love for bicardi silver. my hair isn't growing half as fast as i'd like, but perhaps that's because i'm always watching it. maybe if i don't look for a week or two i'll be somewhat satisfied with results. my job is beginning to be nothing but an annoyance.. i love the girls that i watch, but i do believe that sitting in that house for such long periods of time.. all those cartoons and such.. has given me incurable cabin fever. so i'm beginning to look for a job in the city.. perhaps it will even convince my parents to let me move earlier than planned. either way, i'll be getting out. seems like that's all that i do lately.. try to get out. well, lately being the past five years. i'm needing a bath..
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| kill yourself for recognition |
[30 Nov 2003|07:09pm] |
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i woke up on brians floor about an hour and a half ago.
brian didnt give me any blankets when i passed out, so i have a cold again.
my hand is cold and tingly due to blood loss.
last night was wonderful.
i love that feild.
i feel sick.
natalie and i danced sooo much last night.
i can barely walk.
im pissed at my face.
im horrible at keeping track of cigarettes.
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| crazy ass niggas |
[07 Oct 2003|10:39pm] |
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so..tonight natalie and i went jogging. well, she jogged and i tested out my new roller skates.
while we were gone, the door was unlocked..(oops)...
AND..when we got back, i got a little paranoid at first because i saw a lady kneeling down in the bushes in front of my house. but..as soon as she saw us, she stood up and sort of stumbled into the park.
so we get in my house...walk back into my room...and after a couple of minutes, we start hearing a loud thumping noise coming from my parents bedroom.
so..i call my dog...and she doesnt come. so i call her about 10 more times..still doesnt come. which is extremely odd, because she always comes when you call her.
so.. both of us being a bit freaked, we grab a scalple, a pair of scissors, and a roller skate each...and walk through my house to the front door, and go to her car.
Then, i decide to go back up to my front door and open it to call my dog again...but before i even reach the door, it opens and shuts immidiately.
we turn and run to her car, drive up and down the street a couple of times..not really knowing what to do...and finally we go to my neighbors house and ask him to come check it out and such. he goes back into his house, and emerges 10 seconds later...baseball bat in one hand, and pistol in the other...goes into my house, opens up the back door and sees some crazy fool jumping my back fence.
FUCKING CREEPY.
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