| A poem written for me |
[12 Oct 2007|11:55pm] |
Eyes to the high sky
Tied to my eyes
Blind
The sun of strain; reframe from leaping in his flame
His smoke rolled off me, like heat waves of age
And age and time
And time so fine you look back on that time, and catch a glimpse of your own death
Where green flashes flash my glasses
And purple pulsars pass me
Beats of rain, fell, to the beats of guitar
And our arms twirled upward and reached for the stars
Rivers run deep and the river was wild, and from the depths of our currents swept a golden haired child
Dancing the river and swirling the rain
The women cried out, their voices in pain
For the child, which form this world twas torn
Held up high, to the eye of the storm
On lightning! she danced, to the place she was born.
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| I have become comfortably numb |
[02 Sep 2007|02:05am] |
The power of intention is the power of love and receptivity. It asks nothing of anyone, judges no one, and it encourages others to be free to be themselves.
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| Mix I recently made for someone special... |
[12 Jun 2007|03:12pm] |
It's All Over Now Baby Blue - Them
Son of a Preacher Man - Dusty Springfield
Grass - The Pretty Things
You Turn Me On I'm a Radio - Joni Mitchell
There is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths
Eau'd'Bedroom Dancing - Le Tigre
The Wind Cries Mary - The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Coffee and TV - Blur
Cry Baby Cry - The Beatles
1969 - The Vines
It's a Wonderful Life - Sparklehorse
Slow Hands - Interpol
Hold On To Me - Cowboy Junkies
Drain You - Nirvana
Candy Says - The Velvet Underground
Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths
Waterfalls - TLC
Walking With Thee - Clinic
Dear Prudence - The Beatles
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| Why life sucks....... |
[24 Apr 2007|11:42pm] |
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My boyfriend left me to go on tour with his band. It sucks. It's only been a month but it feels like a year. I hate calling him because I always cry after. Not becuase of what he says, but because I miss him very much. He is my best friend. Living without him feels like I'm missing a limb. He is not coming home for another month. I wish I could take some sort of potion that made me sleep until June. Coachella is this weekend. I'm not very excited. Life sucks
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[08 Mar 2007|05:21pm] |
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I deleted my myspace. I'm going back to livejournal.
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| Color Quiz |
[12 Dec 2006|11:07pm] |
Your Existing Situation:
Seeks to share a bond of understanding intimacy in an esthetic atmosphere of peace and tenderness.
Your Stress Sources:
The existing situation is disagreeable. Has an unsatisfied need to ally herself with others whose standards are as high as her own, and to stand out from the rank and file. Her control of her sensual instincts restricts her ability to give herself, but the resulting isolation leads to the urge to surrender and allow herself to merge with another. This disturbs her. as such instincts are regarded as weaknesses to be overcome; she feels that only by continued self-restraint can she hope to maintain her attitude of individual superiority. Wants to be loved or admired for herself alone; needs attention, recognition, and the esteem of others.
Your Restrained Characteristics:
Feels that she is burdened with more than her fair share of problems. However, she sticks to her goals and tries to overcome her difficulties by being flexible and accommodating.
Your Desired Objective:
Wants to make up for what she feels she has missed by living with exaggerated intensity; in this way she feels she can break free from all the things that oppress him.
Your Actual Problem:
Takes a delight in action and wants to be respected and esteemed for her personal accomplishments.
Your Actual Problem #2:
The fear that she might be prevented from achieving the things she wants leads her to play her part with an urgent and hectic intensity.
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[29 Sep 2006|02:37am] |
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P. Diddy supposedly came into my store today but I didn't get to see him because I was sleeping in the backstock room under some beach towels. I saw Ludacris perform on the Jimmy Kimmel Live stage while on my cigarette break. Since the Jimmy Kimmel stage is behind my building I always get to watch their musical guest while on my cigarette breaks. Two nights ago it was Clay Aikan. He had purple disco balls set up and old ladies lined up around the block to see him sing.
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| Half way done, 4 months to go. |
[03 Feb 2006|08:16pm] |
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Ladytron |
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Hmm, well, ballet class today was amazing, and finals are over and now all I want to do is sleep and sleep and sleep. I've got bruises all over and a C- in Spanish and my Burt's Bees chapstick is almost done, and somehow, that's ok. I miss a lot of people, you know who you are.
Also, I've realized I've pretty much looked exactly the same my entire life.
ps. If anyone wants to be my boyfriend ask me because I'll probably say yes.
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| Hi. |
[07 Nov 2005|01:18pm] |
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Leave me an anonymous comment:
Insult me.
Make fun of me.
Compliment me.
Tell me how much I annoy you.
Be honest, I need it.
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| Dia de los Muertos. |
[03 Nov 2005|07:51pm] |
Beatnikgirl.
I ♥ Power Rangers.
ALADDIN SANE.
Adam and Eve
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| After Hours. |
[18 Aug 2005|07:27pm] |
1-2-3.
If you close the door
The night could last forever.
Leave the sunshine out
And say hello to never.
All the people are dancing
And they're having such fun.
I wish it could happen to me.
But if you close the door,
I'd never have to see the day again.
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