Shake the Dust
Anis Mojgani

This is for the fat girls.
This is for the little brothers.
This is for the school yard wimps.
This is for the childhood bullies that tormented them.
This is for the former prom queen.
This is for the milk crate ball players.
This is for the night time cereal eaters
and for the tired elderly, Walmart store front door greeters…
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dear beautiful red&blue girls,

you all did wonderfully tonight.

obviously, someone update tomorrow and tell the world who won?

according to my idol SARK,
i'm fine =
Fearful
Insane
Neglected
Edgy

fine can also =
Fragile
Isolated
Nervous
Endlessly achy

so, how are you all really?
you can post anonymously if you'd like. and i really hope you will.

happy valentine's day to you all, 
i hope it's full of lots of unconventional, genuine LOVE.

you are all special,
and beautiful,
and necessary,
and loved,
and deserving of that love.

please believe it.

i can feel a million tiny shuddering earthquakes in the air today.

even the dying, premature flowers are beautiful.

on my internet homepage, msnbc, it says anna nicole smith died today...and i honestly find that devastating. i was never a fan of her but when her son died and it was all over the news and there were interviews of her crying all over the place, i really sympathized...and i wondered why, if something that earthshattering and resonant happened in her ( Read more... )

!!!

one of my favorite books EVER, the time traveler's wife, is being made into a movie!
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452694/
and rachel mcadams is playing the main female role!

aghdlkjfelkfjsdfjdslkfjsd i am sosososososo happy.

i think the american idol judges switched personalities this year. (!?)

randy got so mean, and simon has said, "100% yes" about a bajillion times, and sadly enough, it reallyreallyreally bothers me. whatevs.

i want so badly to fully believe in the simple things. to let them consume me.
that doesn't make me young or immature. it makes me young, immature, and appreciative.

i get so sad when everyone around me always needs the newest, most convenient thing.
i'd rather remain at my roots.
i'd rather color with crayons.

today i taught kylie (my five-year old neighbor) how to sing part of "the hallelujah chorus."

the conversation:
kylie-"haaalleloolah!"
me-"hallelooYAH."
k-"halleloolah?"
me-"oy."
k-"what does halleloolah mean?"
me-"it's kind of like, 'yay,' but longer."
k-"oh."
me-"so the next time you're happy about something, you can just yell 'HALLELUJAH!' instead of ' ( Read more... )