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perhaps longing for the immaculate rhythm of the ocean which swallows everything men and fish and hope and vessels and spits them out, which breathes so perfectly attack retreat repeat repeat a storm a hyperventilation, a symphony. the way i wish my breath were so loud- i can hear it only when i stop and listen- and the ocean makes itself heard: ( Read more... )

my birthday gifts to myself this year:

piercings
pap smear
alcohol poisoning.

the latter makes me especially glad i never have to turn nineteen again.

hi guys!
i'm turning nineteen this friday. come party! i'll be getting too drunk at the bourbon.
that's on cordova street.

burgers vaginas fried zucchini9 scrambled eggs

low fat soyf lower

i drank a jamaican fizzy drink with sugar in it.
we had a little bit of jerk mayo and ketchup [SUGARRRRRR!!!]

if rj went to see the strokes tonight, i am pretty sure this cleanse is over.

so rj and i are "cleansing."

so far it's pretty gay.

we can't smoke, drink, do drugs, or eat anything normal.

please help us. it's day one of seven and we are not looking strong.

things that are hard when you don't have a car anymore:

-life.

i don't like concerts.

oh MAN! if someone had told me that arts county fair is all about getting drunk with all the people you were too sober to speak to during the school year and simultaneously macking and discussing books, i would have gone years ago! beautiful!