everything important always gets overshadowed. something is always going to trump something else. i don't know how to make things of equal importance, so i guess i shouldn't get mad that nobody else is, too ( Read more... )

yesterday, someone bought all of my worldly possessions in an auction, including diaries and my computer and stuff. i'll probably wind up in jail really soon as a result.

the end (of 0-25).

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it has always freaked me out when fish die, which is why i haven't had any since i was about 6 years old. that was when i tried to be a big girl and changed the water in my fish bowl and my goldfish, goldilocks, flew out of the tank and flopped about helplessly on the dirty kitchen floor. i stood there, staring in horror, and did nothing about it. ( Read more... )

life without jessica lanzillo fucking sucks and i hate it and want to die every day without her drunken record parties. no, for real.

there is this book entitled "the damn yankees guide to new orleans." c got it half-off (local's discount)! the book is not really for yankees; in fact, the store that was selling it touted that locals would open it up and read bits and pieces that would lead them to exclaim "I Did Not Know That!" at least 10 times ( Read more... )

i woke up early this morning with my sights set on "eastward ho ( Read more... )

"i can never tell if you're being serious or not. you'll say the meanest shit, with the biggest smile on your face that looks all sweet."

i love charles.

my disguise is the best one.

who is going to see the cramps on halloween with me?

i've always said that everything starts with a
bang.
& if you're worth your shit, you know how to keep yourself a constant explosion.

i'm in some kind of downtime.

it'll be the wrong place/wrong time until i have all of the beauty in my life that i require. the right air, hills&mountains and unclear space cadets. being the town hot commodity. long solitary walks down streets adorned with trees and flowers unlike anything here ( Read more... )