dear rick ( Read more... )

fuck a bunch of live journal. this shit is whack.

it may look like there is gel or something in my hair, no it is definatly just grease. hot.

i'm going to be sick.

number one.
i can't believe you appologized, i accepted it, but didnt mean it. im apprehensive about hanging out with you again.

number two.
you shouldnt have said those things. you are using words too lightly, i never know how to take them.

it doesn't feel good to be home. it never has.

march of the hookers.

i am always more productive when i have had no sleep. we filled the roll of film with perfect shots, and the show was godamn amazing. i rolled around in the dirt in the woods behind the park. i had sand in my mouth. in my hair. in my ears. (we are only making the best of it ( Read more... )

photo time tomorrow. taking pictures of anita and wendy with zach.

japanther show tomorrow. and jackson 8. come. come. come.

today rick calls me and its party line! justin clifford rhody is on the phone, and sings to me. man awesome. then jamie comes and picks me up and gives me her present and its this blue dress with a white bow. and its adorable so she takes me out to lunch. then heather and matt take me out to dinner, and im wearing my blue dress. so then i come home ( Read more... )