For fuck’s sake, girl with the pink feather boa, no one wants to see jiggling beer gut hanging out of that vinyl corset as you drunkenly stumble around in your clear heels. Ok, maybe some do, but I don’t. I hate Halloween.
The Book of Relationships told me I was secretive. This may explain why when I got a navy bean stuck up my nose for half a day in kindergarten, I never told anyone.
Someone is blasting punk. My cat just fell into the trash can. These are not signs, but I’m looking for one.
Stuck in a very weird rut. I’m finding it harder and harder to leave my apartment these days. Freelancing and way too many Hot Cheetos aren’t helping.
I’m so spoiled… dirty and rotten!
That’s D, bringing me a key lime pie with 7 candles for 7 wishes at 11:59 on August 18.
For my 7th birthday, I wished for:
1. Gus to lose some weight so that people will stop referring to him as “big” when they really mean “fat”
2. Mike to lose some weight so that people will stop referring to him as “big” when they really mean “fat”
3-7. Everything else.
I guess these are more like hopes. I figured I’d share so I can work on them rather than sit and wait. You gotta make things happen on your own, you know?
Seeing through you, not looking at you. Trying not to be like that.
Cold urticaria keeps me from going in the water, so I wander around taking pictures of fellow loners on the beach… out of focus. This was the day I chauffeured two 30 year old boys to go surfing at Lido.
My eyes are going bad, can’t deal with the cold and I felt older than 30. WHAT IS HAPPENING?
Been obsessing over my elements thanks to Mr. Korea visiting from SF.
Check it outs at http://chineseastrologyonline.com/chineseastrology.htm.
You probably need him or a monk to translate everything thoroughly though.
I put in the wrong month at first. Pretty disappointing when you think you’re a Red Dragon when you’re really a Green Chicken. Need more Earth in my life. Need more balance.
Out my window at 5 o’clock. things need to slow down. I want time to go really, really slow.
Now available on Etsy:
Tao Te Ching prints. Limited edition of 12. One of a kind!
“Color inkjet print of original photographs on vintage book page from Lao Tsu’s Tao Te Ching. Measures 5×7 inches. Carefully packaged.”
All I used to read in high school was this and Siddhartha. Om.
Because when you hold things in, nothing good comes out. Like diarrhea.
Go to sleep at 2am, wake up at 3/4/5am, cry, build bicycle/pillow/cork board/laundry rack fort, cry back to sleep, wake up at 8am, cry, disassemble what’s left of fort, feed the monster, crawl back to bed, stare at blurry ceiling like sad china girl…
This asshole takes down my forts and scratches at the door all night. If let him in the room, he chews all the cords, knocks things over and attacks my feet… can’t sleep, Gus will eat me. What to do?
(He’s so cute.)
My face is perpetually itchy, my throat is closing up, and my uterus hates me but! DNA just gave me a magical pill and now I feel great!!
I think it was made out of sugar.
My cat has chewed through about $230 worth of headphones and power cords in his lifetime to date and I’m so mad at him right now because he just ruined my computer power cord and won’t pay up. Shit costs $80 to replace.
Asshole.
Winter resentment slowly melting away but I still spent the day reading sci-fi books, doing laundry, and taking a nap until 8pm. Need more non-imaginary/cat friends. Anybody? No? Dust.