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"oh, london. oh, well."

*last saturday at chance's watching krysta's friend's band, the aqua velva*

krysta: jordan, this is micah, my friend from derby.
micah: hi!
jordan: nice to meet you. this is my friend, mike.
mike: hey, nice to meet you.
micah: let me tell you something, you two are beautiful. y'all should be in porn.

i need a change of scenery.


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*as we watch the end of "confessions of a shopaholic" (which is terrible, incidentally)*

katherine: ugh, that girl is so unfortunate looking.
jordan: aw, i think she's cute.
katherine: she's the quirky, weird-looking friend. so, basically, you, in our relationship.

oh, my stars. it's been a long, very long time since i've posted a real entry.

i'd really like to go to toronto this summer to see the north american debut of rufus wainwright's opera, prima donna. it's playing during the luminato festival, which i think would also be lovely. unfortunately though, making these plans requires that i buy tickets to ( Read more... )

"now, the sky
could be blue,
i don't mind.
without you it's a waste of time.
could be blue,
could be grey,
without you i'm just miles away."

"just you wait and see when you turn
turn twenty-three."

*sitting in the den as my mother reads the obituaries, per usual*

mom: oh, my gosh. this guy died on the tennis court at river oaks country club. *laughs hysterically*