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i don't know how i feel about the yeah yeah yeahs' new album: not as good as fever to tell, but still pretty okay. karen o remains fucking rad. and there are a lot of cool little parts in the cd. nick zinner may be amazing.

i don't know how i feel about gus van sant as a director: i think i like him. i didn't really like last days. but i was ( Read more... )

i ate some brownies last night.
and they were wonderful.
elli and i are sitting in my room. she wants mom. she is bored. she is falling in love with marylin monroe...
who wouldn't?

my shrink is glad im doing better. i didnt notice. work went long tonight. i like cold showers. i wrote a poem the other day that i really like. that never happens. i dont like being at my house. i think i will stay somewhere else tomarrow. i think everyone should give techno a chance. my foots asleep. shit. it hurts. i want some spppirits.

marissa+dead=season finale.

at least it wasnt seth.

it is fucking hot.

here is my day:

wake up.
shower etc.
school.
(health week, bad speakers
"don't be a sucker", blah)
coffee.
driving to chelan.
swimming with alex.
dance
class.
good times with
hallie and chel.
scary old movie.
drive home.
phone call.
email etc.

again, its fucking hot.

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hey shitheads,
get off my case.
get off my case.

kaias visit was too short.
today was too long.
i wanted to watch all of the blood run out the tangles of my veins.
instead i chopped the tangles on my head
h e r e & t h e r e.

i just wanna be good at that one thing ya know? that one fucking thing. where is it?

maybe if i had that i would stop being such a bitch about things.

do i want to live in that world of artistic bob dylan like prose, walking around like human beings with that soulful look plastered onto their face like some tar, drying and crawling down their throat so that soon their whole self is actually just like what they pretended? hey! maybe they arnt pretending, lying and stretching on the grass, smoking ( Read more... )