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i do not understand sports, fanatics of sports, obscure sports-referencing teeshirts or a feeling of missing out on something if you have to work instead of watching a game.

you picked me!


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whenever i am up and dressed this early, i feel like i should be going to the airport.

where's my suitcase.

(happy, anthony?)

the only thing that is keeping me sane

i feel

are my pants. they are black and swishy and i never want to take them off because they are the most perfect, delicate, tranquil, opulent, sympathetic and melancholy pants.

ironically, they were on clearance for $10 because the dye is cheap and bad and it wears off on my skin and my fingernails.

Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"
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for the previous two weeks in dance class (yes, i am taking modern) we danced around in lycra body bags. weird? awesome! some of the best dancing i've ever done.

today? fucking tai chi. fuck that shit. i need to work on my ABS baby! not my 'balance' and 'breathing'.

i study a lot. a ton. all the time. and i reward myself after every chapter of reading, after every page of writing by allowing myself to check my email and check livejournal ( Read more... )

My hair is too long and unruly. My usu. stylist (aka Diana) is in DC. I've made an appointment to see the infamous Robin @ Upstares (of 'nicole's hair circa 1996-2002' fame ( Read more... )