but first the teacher must learn a lesson:

you haven't even felt love yet.

i can't believe i went so long without posting. ah, well ( Read more... )

when i was a little girl, no more than seven, eight, or nine -- i used to stare out the windows of houses when it was overcast, or raining. i would watch the wind blow through the branches of citrus trees and jasmine bushes, and hone in, focusing on one spot, one little patch of yard. for whatever reason, i would think it could be anything. i ( Read more... )

silly thing, i know, but a true statement.

what's sadder is that once you have everything, you just don't know what the fuck you want anymore.
damn this womanliness.

i went to the lab last night. i went there and drank some swamphead stumpknocker. felt uncomfortably comfortable. i guess that's how it works, there are no clear answers from here on out.

me:lemme know when you want that rough draft of my susan sontag paper.
x:lemme know when you want that rough sex in my office.
me:will do

you can't stop me from dancing, you can't take away my coffee or my wine.

i choose life, bitches. i choose it. fuck you!

well, finally. july 1, 2010.

god damn it.

so apparently, the closest you will ever get to someone will only make you realize just how alone you are.

alright guys, back to our original plan, let's start modifying.

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