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On tattoos ( Read more... )

I've been trying to clean my room before all my friends come for my party next weekend. I don't know how, but it has seemed to escape my notice that my bedroom has become a museum of my childhood. On one hand, this is kind of comforting; I feel like I could show it to people and they will instantly get a feeling for who I was when I was about ( Read more... )

On HP:

Whether you love the Harry Potter series or don't care for it, can we all just take a moment to appreciate the fact that people were waiting in lines and counting down to midnight for a book? That kids are really excited about reading, and that these books are not dumbed down for children? I think it's kind of wonderful.

reading dharma bums in fort greene park, hours in union square with emily w., delicious japanese food and cheap beer on st. mark's, seeing great art for free today, and ani tomorrow!

when i have stretches of days like this, i think that i must've been kidding whenever i talked about leaving this place.

I feel like I am drifting all the time. There is nothing tying me down, and this makes it easy for my to just sort of float through my days and spend far too much time inside myself ( Read more... )

I need.

I need something.

i'm fighting the slump ( Read more... )

If anyone requested my password to my journal, cut it out. I'm on to you. Don't you know the request goes to me, anyway?

(and there's nothing juicy in here, by the way.)

I don't think you even realize ( Read more... )