went to forties diner today! red vinyl seats, red tables with silver edges. and the employees dress up. milkshakes and retro are a few of my fav-o-rite things. i will work there someday ( Read more... )

Will get Christian Dior lipstick in 846 Sicily and am such a movie star. ALSO! saw reel purdy giorgio armani clothes but could not set foot into the store. Good thing too probably. So now I need thirty dollars. Spent five minutes counting out all my money in front of bookstore employee (i'm counting..sorry..hold on..sorry) and have nothing but ( Read more... )

so i think i may have hurt back + left arm, flush bruise on the right. i hit hard the ground, and lifted my face [o lift me from the grass!], seeing their faces [i die! i faint! i fail ( Read more... )

Meeting today. Had forgotten my copious gracelessness. Imagine!

Whoever is behind the choosing of music for Borders plays the same cd over and over and over again every day. I've gone there three days in a row. Also I always end up buying something I don't like as much as the thing I really do want. Got sad at all the indie boys with girlfriends. i climbed up the stairs [pretending to be cuteshy] looked at my ( Read more... )

so far today ( Read more... )

-wow, i really messed up this time, two down. well, you can't be perfect. you know what happened to the man who was perfect! ha! ha! and i have to live up to his name!

[' I look for signs, but of what? what is the object of my reading?']. yes, putting my small deficit literary attentions to barthes, 'fragments' being the key word in my easy consummation of a book ( Read more... )

found a cd by the cure under the couch. so i will copy it and leave it here. ok i think it's only remixes. i hate remixes. it's all scratchy. all right. never mind. i'm still keeping it.

we live across from a pervy guy who does lighting for paramount studios who is as of now distanced as we are in the hotel [marriot penthouse! two stories! like ( Read more... )

 surl of foam

breaks [as noun] of - and brown (?)

Seadark

a hand slapping the table, vase oscillating behind, guiltily treading down the hall.

so i dreamt in dialogue and words last night.  and reading rilke (a tree rose up! o apogee of rising, etc) haven't figured [any]everything out yet, since i never understand.as for myth, what is orpheus ( Read more... )