December 2010
i loathe the rare occasions where i don’t enjoy a book. the act of finding a book, and reading it, is so good in itself that i feel i owe a debt to find something in the pages. but zazie in the metro? there’s a big difference between absurd and silly. it was a horrible, tedious read. so i’ve gone back to the old favourite, little women. i used to read it this time of year....
your
hair colour brown
eye colour green
height 5’9”
weight
clothing size 8
shoe size 6
bra size ?! 28E
ring size K
- anonymous.
whatever the origin of your problem it eventually has a good outlook.
whatever the origin of your problem it eventually has a good outlook.
whatever the origin of your problem it eventually has a good outlook.
whatever the origin of your problem it eventually has a good outlook.
whatever the origin of your problem it eventually has a good outlook.
whatever the origin of your problem it...
What are your plans for New Year's?
- anonymous.
quiet reflection and sober resolution.
life is full of shadows. but shadows can’t exist without light. in theory.
Love Carmel. My mother was raised in Carmel, CA.
- aetatis.
too lucky! it’s a beautiful place. it’s actually my happy place. i close my eyes and pretend i’m sat at the shore, at dusk.
i am here on the last day of 2010.
this morning i’ve a letter from my consultant, out of the blue. he lists everything he diagnosed in 2009, which is a bit of a drag. but then he says this:
whatever the origin of your problem it eventually has a good outlook.
plus, my hangover isn’t bad at all. who would have thought these two things would constitute an excellent new year’s eve?
awesome. i’ll be greeeting new year’s eve witha hangover. buti refuse to greet the new year with one. no way.
“To catch a hedgehog you need to wear
your hedgehog gloves. His belly is...”
– katia kapovich.
i’ve lost weight.
i used to have my own edward. he was much smaller than the one in the film. his blades were around the size of mustache scissors and nail clipper attachments. he was very real. he used to hide under my pillow. i never touched him because i was scared of being cut.
http://s.bebo.com/Profile.jsp?MemberId=5078495
- anonymous.
WTF. okay. that’s not creepy.
i don’t know what to do today. there’s plenty though, i think.
i was walking along the beach in california one morning - carmel state beach, to be exact. it was early and it was serene. i came across a lady with several dogs, and we started talking. by the time my parents came along the sand after me, the dogs were my best friends and the woman was so taken with me that she wrote her number on a scrap of newspaper and gave it to my dad. she wanted us to...
A WHOLE FUCKING DAY TO WORK OUT I SHOULD MAKE A...
a lampshade. a lined lampshade so it stops any of the light coming out.
oh, wait, did i say ‘productive’?
i’m out of cigarettes
i’ve woken up in a seriously bad mood
and i haven’t been fucking productive.
great.
Re: Somewhere I fucked up.
Flip the intention? Where as the language originally was there to taint the aesthetic with vulgarity, think of the aesthetic as tainting the language with beauty? Am I making any sense?
- assinine-twist.
“Please have a piece of finished work ready for a group crit on Tuesday 11 Jan...”
– today, i am going to be productive.
In the so-called photo n°5, supposingly when you...
- davidtiniusrossi.
you mean, with dirty hair and no makeup and bad eyes? gosh.
she most definitely has. i can tell her anything and she’ll love me all the same. and i can’t upset her.
glue
whiskey
onion rings
= things you do not want your room to smell of.
last night i was sulking, because i agreed to go out with mum but at the same time, i felt that if i stayed here at home i’d accomplish great things. when i woke up this morning, we couldn’t go out because mum’s got germs. so what did i do instead? blogged. traced a picture of a skeleton. slept, a lot. glued a plaster plaque back together. put my shoes away. great indeed.
What are you currently reading?
- anonymous.
zazie in the metro, by raymond queneau.
Would you like to be famous?
- anonymous.
no. fuck, no. then i’d always have to wash my hair and get dressed.
post a picture of yourself.
- anonymous.
i did, i just didn’t say. i also posted these in response to a challenge.
Do you have any dreams that you are chasing? If...
- xokrista.
i want to create something. i don’t know what that is, yet. it may well be the novels i’ve always dreamed of writing.
Would You Rather...love and not be loved back, or...
- lastdaysofmagic.
shit. um. i wanna say be loved but never love, but that sounds cynical as hell. it must just be easier. that said, i’d lead a pretty shallow life if it wasn’t for loving people.
How is your day today?
- xokrista.
it’s ending a lot more positively than it began :)
in a hotel bar, in prague. smoke in the air,...
sometimes
very rarely
but sometimes,
i enjoy being me.
there have been times where i’ve not questioned myself, denied myself.
maybe not even hated myself.
this is what i’m going to work on.
i will find something every single day.
and if i don’t happen across it, i will try to create it.
perhaps it’s my biggest problem.
there will be days where i struggle;
if...
take your scorn
and fuck off
oh, and thanks
for using the l-word
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