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i cannot help being upset about those bright astronomers deciding pluto is not a planet anymore.
having planethood ripped out from under you must be a tragic experience.
i wish i could provide pluto with some comfort.

i grew up believing there is nine planets. and now there is not.

the whine of sirens
penetrate the entire city

exhaust pipes belch

and tires scream
that terrifying song

one can hardly listen to
the hustle and bustle
of good ol' mother nature anymore

spinning records
help to bring your attention
elsewhere

sweet symphony

bellowing themes

--------i miss the seashore.

i have been told i should try going to a _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
i feel _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ about this.
i am a complete _ _ _ _ _ _ _.

so fucking lost. i have no idea. i am so lost.

( i miss the beach )

i sing rent and every other song that happens to pop in my brain at the top of my lungs while i make endless amounts of coffee and various lattes. i am finally making friends. and this town finally doesn't feel so lonely anymore. i have too much espresso every day. my heart races. and for once it isn't for love. and for some empty reason, that is ( Read more... )

my dream was
nothing but my eyes.
they turned purple and blue and yellow and brown.

my eyes were boiling with colors.

i shall be single soon...

tiny bite of bittersweet chocolate...
then a sip of green tea.

i have been enjoying this for the past ten minutes now.
i never would have thought that those two
would go so well together.

try it.

negative results on pregnancy tests are good for me right now. and i have got to listen to something other than elliott smith. i am going through yet another elliott smith phase. i am kind of wondering how my life became so repetitive.

anyway, how are you?

our president lies and chokes on pretzels.
our vice president has too many heart attacks and shoots people.
i am avoiding my own shadow. and every other shadow for that matter.
and i drink too much coffee.