SMITTEN: lunacy glue for the soul.

the tale of the nine fish

2011-03-20T15:58:00.001-07:00

there were nine beautiful fish well, eight, really one was ugly so there were eight beautiful fish, and one that was ugly and all the other fish hated it, because it was ugly and they were beautiful but then, one day, everything changed the ugly fish died and the eight beautiful fish were free at last the end

vacancies

2011-03-20T15:57:00.000-07:00

there’s a tiny place in between the space that is mine and the place that was his that can be yours but it’s growing

the trouble with prosthetic devices

2011-03-20T15:56:00.001-07:00

i left my coat at your house and my leg at his house and i couldn’t help but laugh when you crossed each other in the street and he recognized my coat and you thought that leg looks familiar

the island

2011-03-20T15:54:00.001-07:00

an entire island of lies carefully fabricated by a desperate architect who rather than drown in a sea of memories would rather rot on an island of lies

the moonrise

2011-03-20T12:11:00.000-07:00

my judgment is entirely clouded by the moon that dawned when our eyes met and is setting on the perfect horizon of your lips

this is the whole poem

2011-03-20T12:05:00.001-07:00

i want to write poetry that will make you

He Loves Me

2009-11-26T15:55:00.001-08:00

Once we were youngYou came into the store and asked me where the milk wasI hoped you didn’t hear or seeThe quaking in my heartThe shaking in my handsI thought I loved youTime passedI didn’t work at the store anymoreYou asked me another question(I said yes)It was warm outside, but there wasA quaking in your kissA shaking in your touchI knew I loved youYears have passedNow we are oldAs you walk to

He Loves Me Not

2009-11-26T15:54:00.000-08:00

Didn’t I swim down by the riverWith joyous abandon and your hand in mine?Didn’t you kiss me on the side of the roadWith my arms full of apples and your soul bound with mine?Didn’t we vow on the train at the station“This is just for a little while, you’ll always be mine”?Why are you so far from me?Why are you apart from me?You’ve left me with a heart that is no longer mine.

I've Always Found This Car Wash Breathtakingly Beautiful

2009-03-12T17:11:00.000-07:00

New Wine Into Old Wineskins

2009-02-28T17:22:00.001-08:00

You're stomping on the grapes of my heart.

Growing Up

2009-02-17T17:40:00.000-08:00

If my calculations are correct, I was 14 when I started this blog. That makes me 21 today, for you mathletes out there. That makes me feel a little bit better about some of the laughable things that I've skimmed from my past. I wish I had written more? But at the same time, it's probably better to leave things as they are. Maybe I should have written less! I've deleted legions of my written

Hidden Treasure

2009-02-17T17:16:00.002-08:00

A 'found' poem using cut up pieces of The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo.

Aftermath

2009-02-17T17:16:00.001-08:00

There is snow upon the treesBloody branches in the nightAnd fallen warriors on their kneesDeath spread through them like diseaseComrades met with sudden plightThere is snow upon the treesWith rasping breath their lives did ceaseNothing here but waning lightAnd fallen warriors on their kneesReturning home filled with uneaseRemembering that awful sightThere is snow upon the treesYou hear their

Sonnet

2009-02-17T17:15:00.000-08:00

Come flower maid, reside under my shadeYou need a quiet place to meet your ladA hunger for his lips that will not fadeTo be your place of meeting, I am gladUnder my canopy you can act coyThe lad is charming, true, make no mistakeI’ll never breathe a word about this boyGlowing with the secrets you soon shall makeYour fingers around his now tightly curlThe sultry air stirs more than leaves and

the difference between me and you

2009-02-17T17:14:00.000-08:00

new yorki see filthfragilitywaste andwickednessi like the subways thoughnew yorkyou see richesglittering in the city lightsyouthglimmering in the nightalluring saffron scented opportunitiessan diegoi see salty skin and sandy haira tangle of bodies and boardssparkling in the oceansuntanned skin and matted haira tangle of live wiressparking in the sunsan diegoyou see today’s weather forecastas a

memories

2009-02-17T17:13:00.000-08:00

buried under the ashescharredunable to get upthey are begging me to stayi want to stay among the coalsthey whisper to methey tickle the earsi want to sleep upon the cindersthis is where my life isone smoky asp murmurs in my earcome to mei will refresh youi will eat you alivei raise a fragile limb through the ashesi am no phoenixa strong hand grabs mei gasp for breathmy bones glowthe ashes

kiss

2009-02-17T17:09:00.001-08:00

my breath hastens when you kiss memy eyes shut when you kiss meand i shut them tightmy hands shake when you kiss memy lips tingle when you kiss memy skin crawls when you kiss mebecause there is suspicioncrawling all over me

cat

2009-02-17T17:08:00.001-08:00

you eat the same thing every dayand you comfort me(the same thing every day)it's because i feed youyou do it, don't youit's because you comfort mei do it, rightmaybe i do it becauseyou sit on my lapwhen i have no lap to sit uponor perhaps it is becauseyou are warmand i can bea cold woman

Revival!

2009-02-17T17:01:00.000-08:00

I've got to be honest. Even though I've taken a...four year hiatus, I am more than a little thrilled to find this little beast floating around on the internet. Oh, how I've neglected you. I'm still smitten. Just...with different things.

2005-01-05T20:05:00.000-08:00

Congratulations to me, for reaching and surpassing my 2nd anniversary with...myself. I can't believe I started this sporadic chronicle of my adventures over two years ago. In celebration, I plan to take myself out to a fine supper complete with supple cheeses and delicate wines that dance upon my palate like an inebriated wood nymph. I will adorn myself in silk, velvet and other luxurious

2004-10-18T20:36:00.000-07:00

LET'S TALK ABOUT SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR. On a grassy knoll. In La Jolla. It probably wasn't a knoll, but that sounds good, doesn't it? You must read it very rhythmically, outloud. For that is how it was composed. BUT FIRST, LOOK AT MY CAT. crash into the grass skin your skin on the skin of mother earth crash into the grass, crash on the grass let the women with their blue hair wheelchairs

2004-05-04T11:11:00.000-07:00

starry-eyed limpets desperately clinging to the last vessel of their own self worth departing marginally deadly machinations of twisted vines that creep down one's throat and throttle the vocal chords until the eyes start to talk speaking water instead of words speaking volumes these human leeches they'd rather wrap themselves in the drapes, ugly curtains a shade of melancholy mustard

2004-02-24T18:37:00.000-08:00

dearest, shambala. i have removed all the light bulbs. illuminated is the place i hate to visit, where the green corduroy carpet veils the past life: reduced, shoved delicately into a box. a stolen box, from the closet of a kinsmen. there are two pictures: one. we are in a pool, our teeth sinking into the same brownie. someone took a picture. you were red, i was white. i needn't note the

2003-11-30T18:09:00.000-08:00

Running didn't work, I got caught. Now I just trip, because of my own blindness.

2003-11-20T23:24:00.000-08:00

avarice I like to sit on the floor of the shower and feel the hot rain slide down my body reflections of a Tuesday afternoon Tuesday rolls down the grass and breaks her fall in your hands we bake memories in an unconventional oven ones that are hidden in boxes in the closet, pressed inbetween pages of a childhood book, and occasionally, they lurk in threadbare sheets that smell faintly of your

2003-11-14T00:18:00.000-08:00

The absolute illest-named food at Denny's: Brace yourself. Moons Over My Hammy I know what you're thinking. "What. What! What?" I feel the same way. It's horrid. In other news...Thongs are SANDALOUS!

2003-11-12T05:52:00.000-08:00

I had this enormous revelation in the shower. Instead of saying "I don't know," we should say, "Ben Hur." Isn't frightening how much sense that makes? Maybe it's the sleep deprivation talking, Ben Hur. I wish that you try it just once today. Of course, Ben Hur if you do, Ben Hur if you don't.

2003-11-11T21:11:00.000-08:00

All good things happen on the floor! Yes, friends and neighbors, I used an exclaimation point. Today, I was laying on Katrina's floor denouncing something, or someone, and I was trying to talk about drowning someone in the ocean, less commonly known as "Davy Jones' Locker". I...failed. Chelsea: "...And I sent him down to Davy Crockett's Tomb....Wait....Crockett? Davy... Davy..." Katrina: "Davy

2003-11-08T09:06:00.000-08:00

My latest song obsession: The Thompson Twins - If You Were Here I've always thought it was a beautiful love anthem, until I looked up the lyrics. if you were here I could deceive you and if you were here you would believe but would you suspect my emotion wandering, yeah do not want a part of this anymore Sounds like people have had enough of silly love songs. I better not tell Molly Ringwald.

2003-11-05T22:44:00.000-08:00

SHOUT OUT PROMPT: Worst thing to hear after saying 'I love you". I was just on the phone with my sister, told her I loved her and she said "Yea." Maria prefers to say "Thank you." What about you? I was so happy today that I sang in the shower. Last time I was that animated in the bathing chamber I broke all the toes on my left foot. It was worth it. I'm bundled like a yeti, I want to bathe in

2003-11-05T15:51:00.000-08:00

Hi Club Initiation: Matt. "I will never read from a book again."

2003-11-04T21:36:00.000-08:00

Yonaton Landau on Rockstars: Robert Plant becomes articulate: "Yea! No! Yeah! Naw! Yaaaaaaahhhh...." Eric Clapton does the same: "Hey hey, hey hey baby hey. Hey hey baby hey." Jim Morrison waxes poetic: "WEEEE!! Wha wha wuuaaa....wuoowwww. uuuweeeeeEE!"

2003-11-03T07:44:00.000-08:00

vortex of chunky desire slathers hearty tangerine sauce down the wrists of the maid. to yawn over thrown dishes of slithering leaves and windowsills, a marvelous deed indeed. ultra precise words and carob chips make wonderful strides of vanity and electricity. spindles quiver in lofty branches, wanting to live, sucking on lips and noodles, only to be filled with reverberating quadratric terms.

2003-10-26T11:21:00.000-08:00

What a sad song: Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - Tere Bin Nahin Lagda Dil I like what this song does to me: Interpol - Roland I love what this song does to me: Air - Playground Love

2003-10-26T11:13:00.000-08:00

There's an entirely different kind of snow falling in San Diego today. I fell asleep in the living room, a room whose walls are made of windows, and I woke enveloped in an creamy orange light. The talking heads on the screen told me what had happened. Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn. The scent of the burn is inescapable. The sun hovers in the sky like a maraschino cherry, threatening

2003-10-19T22:23:00.000-07:00

Do you realize...that you have the most beautiful face? The events of the past weekend have been mind-boggling and draining of every resovoir of sanity I once thought I had. Now I realize I am little more than a scantily clad gerbil who is being tossed about in a swell of persecution and love. And mints. I really want to get a webcam. There is this girl I know, she has a pointy head. She manages

2003-10-09T17:16:00.000-07:00

jmeaney14: anyway what is your point Shur1yTemple: i rarely have a point jmeaney14: more of a nub really

2003-10-06T21:30:00.000-07:00

USS Rattler, a 165-ton stern-wheel "tinclad" river gunboat, was built in 1862 at Cincinnati, Ohio, as the civilian steamer Florence Miller. Purchased by the Navy in November 1862 and converted to a gunboat, she was commissioned the following month. In January 1863, Rattler led the Mississippi Squadron up the White and Arkansas Rivers to capture Fort Hindman. In March, she was flagship for the

2003-09-30T15:38:00.000-07:00

I left the phone in the refrigerator today. I also dropped another college course. I am great.

2003-09-29T19:37:00.000-07:00

So the latest trend is wearing non prescription glasses. Yeah, let's all feign visual impairment. People are strange.

2003-09-28T16:30:00.000-07:00

As school, I was labeled "gothic" because I was wearing hot pink eyeshadow and a black hoodie. Ahee.

2003-09-28T16:04:00.000-07:00

I am a rock! I am an iiiiiisland! I am temporarily giving up on this project. I no longer have time to write...this is sad. I may be sporadically posting, but nish, nish to it all! I may simply write about mundane daily activities instead of vague and wordy references to things that may or may not exist. I shall attend Radiohead tonight (!!) thanks to the magic of modern

2003-09-07T14:03:00.000-07:00

Please give me a topic to write about. The fingers are willing but the mind is weak.

2003-09-07T13:48:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, when I'm bored, I like to lick my sketchbook. I thought I had something to say but now I realize I don't, so I just might

2003-09-03T23:45:00.000-07:00

Witcheese.

2003-09-01T22:15:00.000-07:00

"We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest." - Hester Prynne.

2003-09-01T10:38:00.000-07:00

Your skin is as soft as a kittens armpit, and that is why I am in love with you.

2003-09-01T10:26:00.000-07:00

If I sit here long enough, and pretend that everything is normal, it will not come. If I carry on my day as usual, if I don't let them smell my fear, it will not come. If I don't believe in it, it doesn't it exist. I can live this way for the next 20 odd hours, but somehow, at 7:35 tomorrow morning, I will be there. And so will they. All of you. Shudder. So the other day, I was at VONS buying

2003-09-01T10:09:00.000-07:00

I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t

2003-08-14T13:08:00.000-07:00

Riverrafting trip...I shall return in a week or so. In the meantime, savor the sweet smell of summer. while it lasts. Peace. Love. Unity. Respect.

2003-08-13T12:58:00.000-07:00

audblog audio post Sorry about the "Awww, crap!" in the middle of the post. You see, a massive fruit bat busted through my window and started feasting on my armpits, which kind of tickled.

2003-08-13T12:17:00.000-07:00

Inspire me. The night I lost the will the fight is the night I lost the will to write. I'm waiting for the Electrician, or someone like him. Electrify me. I am an apathetic goldfish, slowly dying in a plastic bag full of deflated desires that a little girl with fragile hands left on the trolley. When she gets home and the excitement of the carnival dissipates she will realize she left me

2003-08-08T13:58:00.000-07:00

The Hi...Club an elite society Founders Chelsea Katrina Members Maria Clara Casey Melissa Could the next member be you?

2003-08-06T02:18:00.000-07:00

His red hands frozen in perfect juxtaposition, his cadaver melts on my floor. He fell from his windowsill where he had crookedly resided for too long. As I looked down at his broken face I felt refreshingly alive, as if his death catalyzed my liberation. The Clock had stopped running days, perhaps weeks ago. Still, he had laughingly scorned me from his lofty ledge, a reminder of deadlines and

2003-08-05T17:50:00.000-07:00

In other news, Chelsea went bicycle riding and split her pants open. She simply swung on the freaking swing at the park, pondered the deep things of life, and felt her warm right cheek blossom forth from the fabric, greeting the frigid air. Captain "Commando" Sexton endured the Ride of Shame back to her home, passing many a gaping onlooker and giggling elderly ladies. She got home and

2003-08-05T17:33:00.000-07:00

OH HOW I AM FILLED WITH RAGE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DO WHEN I AM EMBROILED WITH ANGER? I put on some eyeliner and cook Mushrooms Elegante. HAH! I am Churro, distant cousin to Zorro, and I have exacted my revenge with a flaming skillet and racoon eyeballs.

2003-08-04T02:16:00.000-07:00

Provi che le cose che dico esistono. Tutto suona più grazioso in una lingua straniera. Scopata. tick/ [pictures page one] \tock [pictures page two]

2003-08-03T02:24:00.000-07:00

Floating wig syndrome! I took it off quite a while ago, but the wiggy sensation is still there. Like when a person's amputated leg starts itching. After so much hectic planning and shopping, it's over. The costume party is done, and we're mostly home now, albeit sporting moist fishnets and melted makeup. Quite disappointed in the performance of the male species. Why would you come to a costume

2003-07-21T01:30:00.000-07:00

EClara726: well, it only took me a year or so EClara726: to realize, that you are the center of the universe and the key to the meaning of life Shur1yTemple: Where is the slot? EClara726: everyone has a different slot i think, but you are always the key EClara726: for some people though, you are the key and the slot, i believe It is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me?

2003-07-20T22:17:00.000-07:00

I WOULD PREFER NOT TO. Bartleby: Seethestory. Readthefilm. I propose a Bartleby revolution! The influenza of indifference will spread. We must make daily deposits of anarchy into the National Bank of Bartleby. In the face of opposition, slay your opponent with a halting "I prefer not to." I'm becoming addicted to cinema. Not “movies”. Films. Cinema. Brain….belch? Hiccup? Cough? Sneeze? It’s

2003-07-20T17:12:00.000-07:00

(Delayed entry from Thursday) Bicycle ride. I conquered The Hill (Part Four)! There have been three monumental obstacles in my bicycling adventures, and now I have conquered Part Four. I didn't even mean to, today, but I took a wrong turn, and Chelsea will not succumb to the humiliation of walking her bicycle up a hill. Flushed with victory, I sped off into the jungle of picket fences and

2003-07-17T18:52:00.000-07:00

Bicycle ride. I conquered The Hill (Part Four)! There has been three monumental obstacles in my bicycle adventures, and now I have conquered Part Four. I didn't even mean to, today, but I took a wrong turn, and Chelsea will not succumb to the humiliation of walking her bicycle up a hill. Flushed with victory, I sped off into the jungle of picket fences and dying lawns. Drooling, sweating,

2003-07-17T14:16:00.000-07:00

I've added the commenting feature to my fluffy little Blog! Please feel free to comment away, my pets. I'll finally find out if anyone really does read this. Arf.

2003-07-17T04:34:00.000-07:00

SIX THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO AND ONE THOUGHT TO PONDER: a. See The Doors on Friday. b. Savor the sweetness of waiting for my items to arrive in the mail. c. Stretch my earlobes more. d. Lay on the floor of a perfectly clean room and burn incense, peppermint, wish upon the ceiling. e. Hold the hand of a boy. I realized I've never really held hands with anyone of the penile persuasion.

2003-07-17T04:11:00.000-07:00

Somehow, a black hoodie would solve everything. It needs to be just small enough to be comforting and comfortable and just big enough for your hands to fit in the pockets. Small enough so that a thrifty yellow t-shirt can stick his threadbare head out the bottom and big enough so that Gretchen and Betty don't suffocate. I want to dissolve in it's fuzzy goodness and put my head in your phantom

2003-07-17T03:44:00.000-07:00

Sinful chocolaty goodness. I'm sweating cocoa. Most likely a backlash of watching Chocolat and having insomnia. Mighty hypocritical moment of the day! Merely an hour after bemoaning the horrors of "junk food" and how repulsive it is with my dear Kevin, I am hit by intense chocolate longings. I rummage through cupboards and hit the refrigerators, in search of a small brick of carob or sip of

2003-07-15T21:45:00.000-07:00

How can a girl so obsessed with personal hygeine live so comfortably in a stagnant room of filth? I glide over piles of clothes and sit upon a throne of towels, books, and underthings. Glasses upon glasses of water line my desk. Potions, lotions, bottles of transparent liquids-- ::::interlude:::: My internet was abruptly disconnected whilst in the middle of that post. However, I have changed my

2003-07-15T18:43:00.000-07:00

My sister and I went to Target to get the "bare essentials". We came back with a magnetic chalkboard, a plastic football, and a bobblehip hula boy named Carlos. Among other things.

2003-07-15T14:05:00.000-07:00

My legs were trembling when I made the first cut. I stirred. Laying in bed with my eyes closed, I smiled. I couldn't help myself, I got out of bed and took out the pair of stork scissors. The stork's yearning mouth opened up and swallowed the first plait of hair. My hair yielded under the stork's hungry beak, cleaving diagonally, brilliantly uneven. Still in a slumbering high, I paused and

2003-07-12T20:07:00.000-07:00

EBay...my salty addiction. I'm already bloated with auctions I cannot afford to win. Book recommendation: A Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole

2003-07-08T01:31:00.000-07:00

Rock rock rock rock rock and roll / you like an animal / in the dead of night rockandrollhighschool/closer/blackbird

2003-07-08T01:12:00.000-07:00

PAMPFF!! cricket snaps at his ankles, there is no time to delete: only this pounding woman in his wounded ear screaming all the things he never wanted to hear and telling the stove top oven pop loaded on top of the rain not to drop the thunder clouds and open fire grills. to lick the window sill and soothe the savage beast within, he looks into the mirror. entrails of photographs, he relives the

2003-07-08T00:50:00.000-07:00

Added new stuff to the this. that. and...the other thing picture page. Yes, mainly pictures of me as I am vain and horrible. And subtly abusive. Aaaahahah. Oh dear. I need to stop being so evil. I feel like I have such a coarse personality. As if I'm lacking empathy and...a soul? When I say I feel guilty, I don't think I feel guilty, I think I say I feel guilty to make myself feel

2003-07-02T23:47:00.000-07:00

Oh, new layout, as you can see. It's so plain. So plain. But, that's fine with me. Keep it simple, keep it clean. Ignore advertisements.

2003-07-02T23:39:00.000-07:00

i should bathe: reeking like the mind of a sinister ....................................................criminal ......................... I LIE ......................... I LAY ......................... I lied to everyone but a shower will make it better if I could only peel off the last layer of justice, peace, and underwear then I could wash away those tender morsels of memory and liquefied

2003-07-02T23:24:00.000-07:00

I want to be somewhere else, I want to be someone else, I want to be a purer version of me, I want to extract the polution that clouds myself and create a shiny version of me all wrapped up in tissue paper and bulle wrap, perfectly, for all time, at least until I start to rot from too much perfection because without my flaws, who am I? And does that make my flaws my strengths? Remember in

2003-07-02T23:15:00.000-07:00

And we hid under the blankets together, hid from authority, time, and the smell of sleep. Beethoven can't save us now, we are tonight. We are dreaming. We are honey. We can't fail, we can't cry, and we don't rhyme. Everytime our eyes meet and I lick my lips you know what will happen if you don't put an END to everything. Give me the eye and take away your hands. Together we will play the

2003-07-02T23:02:00.000-07:00

It's better to help people than garden gnomes. Blog, sweet Blog, I return to you. And what a strange feeling. I'm sorry for being gone so long. Computer. He doesn't know me anymore. He hums slightly when I stir him, but the bond is gone. He doesn't recognize my cold fingers hitting his keys methodically. And I don't mind, when we were closer I shut reality out. But it was a nice break. Now

2003-05-20T21:01:00.000-07:00

I can't listen to rock and roll. You have defiled it. Screw you.

2003-05-18T23:03:00.000-07:00

I AM HUMAN, AND I NEED TO BE LOVED.

2003-05-18T22:55:00.000-07:00

Soap Opera Blues Resignation. Back to being the girl in the background? Yes, in the background. It's been that way forever, don't you remember? She's always in the audience giving a standing ovation to the actors. Why don't you realize that she wants to play too? She can act too. The little dog under the table? Yes, under the table. Snapping at their heels for a little bit of meat. Just a crumb,

2003-05-15T18:55:00.000-07:00

this is possibly the song that...did...whatever...it did...to me. jets to brazil - "sweet avenue" tasting you and rain I walk down to the train try not to look down this day could someday be an anniversary everything is light and sound facing forwards going slowly wait for you to show me where this train wants to go living by the hour i stopped for every flower everything is soft and slow now

2003-05-14T21:57:00.000-07:00

One cheer for stream of conciousness. I I like it when you write down your thoughts as fast as your little fingers will hit the keys without care for coherency or story line, you kind of disassociate your hands from your brain until your trance is interrupted. Someone told me that's called a Joycian freewrite. Meh, whatever. invasion of the body snatchers under my bed there was a thing under the

2003-05-14T19:32:00.000-07:00

I was walking down the stairs and I was singing "Where is my father? Where is my mother? Where is my sister?" for no particular reason. And then I sang, "Where is my brother??" and I stopped. I looked around. I wondered, "Where is my brother?" Then I realized. I don't have a brother. Then I changed my song to "Why don't I have a brother?" I am obviously loony.

2003-05-09T09:24:00.000-07:00

a lyric or two "Why do you come here? When you know it makes things hard for me, when you know, oh why do you come?" I am Human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does There's a club, if you'd like to go You could meet somebody who really loves you So you go, and you stand on your own And you leave on your own And you go home, and you cry And you want to die Sorry I'm posting song

2003-04-29T17:55:00.000-07:00

SHUT UP, you obnoxious birds. Stupid, lowly, hideous birds. SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!!!! ... Silence. ::chirp:: AHHHHHH! I will shut up my windows. Arg. Can still hear them. Must be drowned out with a hearty round of Lennon. Make love all day long. Make love singing songs. Sweet.

2003-04-29T17:19:00.000-07:00

the persistence of memory a smokey garden of lemongrass .................eggshells. everywhere. on my wall, in my body and on my .....................................................hand. a sea of feathers. serpentine strokes of insanity slither like juice dribbling down your ......back ..........neck lips .barren lips that die .lifeless words that live one smokey asp whispers in my

2003-04-28T20:05:00.000-07:00

Boop. In the summertime when the weather's high, you can stretch right up and touch the sky, when the weather's fine, you got women, you got women on your mind. Have a drink, have a drive, go out and see what you can find. If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal. If her daddy's poor, just do as you feel. Speed along the land, you can ton, on the turn of twentyfive. When the sun goes down,

2003-04-28T18:58:00.000-07:00

How terrible! I just took this test called "What's Your Stripper Name?" Look at this: Results... Shirley Temple-- you're cute around people butnaughty when you get away from the crowd What's your stripper name? brought to you by QuizillaI didn't know my screen name was a stripper name! Rawr. Pretty ironic though, eh?

2003-04-28T18:56:00.000-07:00

Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look?

2003-04-28T18:45:00.000-07:00

let's have a movie night! let's have a jacuzzi night! let's have a groovy night! let's mess around tonight.

2003-04-28T18:20:00.000-07:00

This is from Katrina's profile on Instant Messanger...I really love it. stomach dropping meltdown on the carpet... must be sucked up with a water-proof vaccum. Should I start writing personally and such in this journal? I mean, I read many other journals and people open up the innermost compartments of their minds for everyone to rummage through, trample on, and comment on. In theory

2003-04-28T17:57:00.000-07:00

LilBigHughes signed off at 6:00:25 PM. LilBigHughes signed on at 6:00:34 PM. LilBigHughes: sorry, aim committed ritual suicide

2003-04-23T18:13:00.000-07:00

Parking on the way to Pannikin: Chelsea: I'm sure there is a parking spot closer than this... Clara: Yeah, you're right. But if I looked for it, it wouldn't be there.

2003-04-10T17:06:00.000-07:00

I hate petty teenage woes. Try as I might to combat them, they eat away at my brain like I'm some kind of freaking lobster buffet. When I think about my "problems", I consider: In 20 years, if it doesn't matter, don't worry about it. But what if it does matter in 20 years? What if these petty teenage woes end up festering and breeding until they are considerable adult afflictions? Am I just

2003-03-01T19:37:00.000-08:00

"Television is very demanding. It's bright and it's quick and all it wants is for us to keep watching. Ao it creates this pace that is compelling but ultimately unsatisfying. Which I guess is why I don't often watch much tv." - Moby My thoughts exactly. Moby is such a cool guy.

2003-02-15T10:21:00.000-08:00

The Blair Valentine Project Ahh, the joys of random acts of kindness. So Tara, Blair, Elizabeth and I were bored out of our skulls, and we decided to take a little trip to Target. Our plan was to buy as much cheesy lovey dovey stuff as possible and then to adorn several unsuspecting friend's cars. It was a blast. The coppers busted us and told us it was illegal. Hah. Yeah. Right. Whatever. We

2003-02-10T21:08:00.000-08:00

This is ridiculous! After spending over three hours trying to get these pictures to work, I have given up. Pictures will still be included in posts, but most of you will have to refer to THIS SITE. to view them. The pictures are given an appropriate title and labeled by date. Please check the pictures out there, it'll make me so happy!

2003-02-10T17:31:00.000-08:00

Dye, Evil Shereds! What color should I dye my hair? Black as night, baby, mmmm! Deep red/burgandy. Leave it blonde, it's gorgeous, gorgeous. I'll pay you $1000 to shave it. Current Results Ooga Chacka Ooga Chacka! Of these, your favorite band is... The Beatles The Rolling

2003-02-10T17:03:00.000-08:00

Due to the shortage of "N" animals, I have created a new species. Half newt, half emu...behold!! NEMU.