I wish I were cool/sexy/talented/less pretentious. I wish I could write a crazy ass slinkster rock song x 10 and be a wicked glampunk diva ( Read more... )

Everyone is either sad or bitching about how mean other people are. i refuse to partake in this joyless spree of self-pity and sarcasm ( Read more... )

everything is twisted up and i can't tell what's what.

soooo...

if i were lawrence ferlenghetti james dean moriarty peter pan i'd burn my body to the ground.
my jewelery would be a pile of silver in the ashes
i'd put on false eyelashes and i'd drive to san francisco
i'd dance a secret disco
understand?

"i am more important than you are, more sad more depressed and more neeeeding of loove ( Read more... )

laaaaiiiiquaaaaaaaaaaid daiomans aiii saaid.

not going tosee her at the bushnell, because she's been writing bad songs for years. i miss the good old sad tori, without baby and husband. stupid. grrr. happiness. hahaha.

i hate the things my mother does, like manipulate the fuck out of us.

i'm a mellow sadkid.

life is pointless, write a book.
a writer and a rock star. like lou reed gone irish girl. NOT.
don't you dare ask me.

hunter s. thompson is dead. Hunter S. Thompson is dead. HUNTER S. THOMPSON IS DEAD ( Read more... )

RULES ( Read more... )

she blossoms full of tulle and crinoline ( Read more... )

i recorded a pretty good first draft of "scarlet" the other day, but my crappy five year old computer is out of disc space so there is, alas, no room for improvement. haha. thanks jon for the minor chords ( Read more... )