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it's incredible how your feelings towards someone can change so rapidly and so readily in a matter of a few minutes.

I've grown so much in this fickle fucking year. fickle gives the impression that I'm bitter though. I'm not bitter. how could anyone be cynical about such a wonderful, precious thing? how could anyone feel the slightest bit of annoyance at the downfalls and pitstops, each little valley in our lives when the mountains are so high ( Read more... )

ps

brett I miss you

stomach flu, you wretched bitch. you are killing me slowly with your forceful vomiting and sleepiness. But I'm hydrating with some straight up H2O and feeling, after about 4 hours, a bit better. I better get to go bowling tonight ( Read more... )

last night, my uncle Casey, lips loosened by beer, confessed that he was the body in my Grandfather Ed's picture. They never had a full body shot of Ed, so he wore his dad's suit and wedding ring, took a picture with it on, and his father's head was photoshopped over his. mums the word ( Read more... )

leaving art tonight I had a terrible feeling ( Read more... )

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she remembers suddenly that time in the dimly lit antique store where the psychic in the corner of the room told her that in the end she would be with someone with an L name. but it really only makes her feel worse because she has not heard his softspoken voice since they met that one night when everything went smoothly ( Read more... )

I woke up early this morning and made a movie for a girl I've never met. I walked into Liz's house wearing a sombraro and eating a banana, and woke her up Kill Bill style. Wakey wakey. Eggs and bakey. We drove to Michaels for supplies (poster board and stolen sharpies), decided why anyone should enjoy life the way we enjoy life and used the stolen ( Read more... )