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Last night was totally weird. Got off work, had time to kill, went for a walking meditation, read a short story, met up with john and his friend gorgeous at hemlock, suspiciously crowded in early evening on such a lovely sunny day but I guess I understand because I was there, met Philip the writer who believes in blogging, his old pal Sal the ( Read more... )

I'm Twittering!

Drama is a no-no, too much is a no-no-no. Bracing up for the future move. Will I like palm-treed medians and smog? Does smog still exist? Is going back to school pretentious? because it sort of feels like it is. Aw oh, seems like it will hold some benefit. Unless the predictions for 2012 are true; in that case, I should re evaluate...ah hell ( Read more... )

I feel lucky to be getting by better each day, figuring out ways to keep my mind focused on positive things while minimizing harmful thoughts ( Read more... )

Very gay today, after fun night in Oakland. I like people. Friends good.

I feel fucking awful. Last week was horrible. This week so far has been bad too. My family is coming up Friday for grad ceremony, so at least I can look forward to that. I like them. But that's days away, and I'm just trying to get through each day without a nervous breakdown. Which I will. But I'm exhausted in everyway. Haven't really had ( Read more... )

Live Journal being shed for more serious blog/Tossing fingers into VoidI'm going to be minus all roommates and boyfriend this weekend, so I thought I might retreat back to some childhood habits - pretend I'm a successful twenty-something single woman with nice apartment where I do well-to-do deeds, have dramatic exchanges with lovers, only NOW I ( Read more... )

Makes for a (beautifully) sad morning when one wakes up with The Boxer, or any S&G song besides Mrs. Robinson, stuck in their heads. But waking up because a (awesome) bike is being delivered by fedex at 12:15 (now!) is the BEST way to wake up. Yep, nothing but high hopes for the day. My best friend growing up "broke up" with me in my dream last ( Read more... )

Let's leave the definition of art to artistsI'm pretty disgusted though not surprised with this little write up. I always laugh anytime an article says "but is it art?" like there's some clear and precise definition of art, or better yet, that regular people even have the scope to understand what real art even is. It's like my good friend John ( Read more... )