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[16 Sep 2008|10:03am] |
Hi, I'm out of practice with this. My Holistic Wellness class was cancelled today and instead of drinking the orange juice I brought to drink during it, I am surfing the crimson wave of livejournal. I have tons and tons of shit to do, but it's at the point where there is so much that all there is for me to do is nothing.
I put lights out on my porch yesterday. Now it is officially a ~desert oasis~. There is a man yelling and baby crying and a dog barking outside. I am afraid. If I put my head on the wall in the back of my closet I can hear everything my neighbor says. Nevermind, it wasn't a baby it was diana ross on someone's stereo. I really love my apartment, btw.
lol this morning me and adam were forced to eat the remnants out of old cereals and he filled his bowl way up to the tippity top and sat down and swallowed a giant heap and then made the greatest face ever. He made me taste it... he was like 'is this how this is supposed to taste?'. I don't know, it was very lol for me. He was trying to force himself to eat it because we do not have a garbage disposal and it was all just very entertaining Morning Fun. heeeeeyyyy maybe that's what I will call my line - morning fun. that or a candy tuft? I'm really bad at naming things. Although if I ever get a brown colored animal his name will be Toast and that will be a great name.
I have to go make the bed seeeeeeeeeee yaaaaaaaaa.
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[02 Jun 2008|01:02pm] |
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RIP YSL
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[18 Aug 2007|12:00pm] |
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( asdfa )
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| Falling Fuschia |
[27 May 2007|12:38am] |
Falling fushia
you lit my life with joy
then burned it at the Stake
your leaves were healthy
until I measured plant food wrong and made them droopy
I feel like I'm falling into a black hole
of bad plant parentness
I can't take killing things
that mean the The Most To Me
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| Ramblings ons. |
[20 Apr 2007|11:27am] |
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Livejournal is just one big bad reminder that I'm reluctant to delete... I've chronicled too many runway shows amongst useless, whiny topics, and I don't feel like going through and weeding them out. School is over is two weeks or less.. I'm moments from having all my homework done.. and Adam's dot will be arriving soon. We're going to the Frist tonight to see Picassos. I'm a tad overwhelmed and Target is the pain in my ass, but summer will come and I will see Bezaire and he will teach me all about color and life will be good again. I'm slightly looking forward to the fashion show..only to see what four years of O'More yields; unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to see anything because I'll be an obligated dresser backstage. I'll lend mom and brands the cams, and they will hopefully chronicle the event for me. I have just now realized - at this second - that I have yet to eat at Mellow Mushroom. Speaking of hazy pizza, I have GIGANTIC bruises on my legs from running into the fence while playing tennis. The sport is BRUTAL. Stacy Pelirossi said she will take me to The Cheesecake Factory and to Betsey Johnson and to Lux and I said to her, "What a perfect day that will be." She is my light in this dark, dull world.
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| Valentines day |
[14 Feb 2007|11:21pm] |
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I drank too much wine and now my teeth itch.
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[28 Jan 2007|01:32pm] |
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My creative juices are waning and I have to go to work today. I usually don't wait until the last second, but it makes me even less productive. Me and Ad went to the flea market yesterday. We almost bought some lucky charms and a dirty jacket but we put them both back at the last second. I've watched every episode of Egotrip's The White Rapper Show twice. Hallelujah Holla Back.
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| Yessssssss. |
[05 Feb 2006|02:10am] |
You will live in House.
You will drive a blue my corv.
You will marry Kci or JoJo and have 1 kids.
You will be a tight rope walker in london.
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[03 Jan 2006|12:40am] |
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THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN BELIEVE HOW MANY TIMES I'VE WATCHED THE COSBY SHOW IN THE LAST MONTH.
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| A Note And Then In French And Then Translated Back. |
[05 Dec 2005|01:09am] |
Dearest Adam,
Tonight when I lay my head down to rest, There is no doubt that I will have sweet lush dreams of you. Whether it be frolocking on the beach or sprawled raped in the woods we will be together and happy and perhaps communicating. I'm highly anticipating the completion of our relationship book. Hopefully you won't complain and refuse to fill it out which i have a feeling you might do. I left my cotton candy in your car don't eat it. Ok you can have a little but save me a smudgen. My eyes feel like they're bleeding and here's to sleep deprivation!
Wiggles and pokes on the belly,
Jessica
Dearest Adam, tonight when I put my head down below to rest, there is no doubt that I will have soft luxurious dreams of you. If this frolocking on the beach or spread violated in wood that we will be together and happy and communicating maybe. I foresee extremely the achievement of our relation book. With hope will not pity you and will refuse to fill it that I have a sensation that you could do. I leave my beard to dad in your car does not eat it. Can well have you a small one but save me a soiled. My eyes feel as them healthily and will be obliged to sleep here the deprivation! Shake and pushes on the stomach, Jessica
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[04 Nov 2005|01:53am] |
Holy shiznolies.
Adam was very late going home and just now when he did I followed him all the way to the door bouncing and bopping and saying,"holy shiznolies". In other news, there's a picture of my asscrack on the intergalactic speed highway (aka the internet) and it makes me uncomfortable that it has 8 views already. Perhaps I'm a pornstar now. Speaking of pornstars, Misty and Abbie are on the bed going at it.
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[27 Oct 2005|01:24am] |
hahahaha.
there's an infomercial on and it's about the inventer of the 'hover round' which is one of those electric wheelchairs or whatnot and his name is tom kruse.
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| Mark Ryden |
[12 Oct 2005|11:41pm] |
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"I find it so much easier to be creatively free at night. Daytime is for sleeping. Nighttime is the best time for making art. The later at night it gets the further into another world you go. A few years ago while working very late one night, the distinct smell walnuts in the air broke my concentration. It was very quiet. A strange breeze gently blew through my studio. I suddenly became aware of something on my shoulder. Surprisingly, I was not startled to find a wee Abraham Lincoln sitting right there on my shoulder. We looked at each other for just a moment. Then he very softly whispered in my ear 'paint meat.' "
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[14 Sep 2005|06:15pm] |
 
choes.
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From now until the day I die, whenever I hear Portions For Foxes I will think of me and Adam and a sunny day and being on the way to the Memphis zoo.
Now ain't that some shit.
and ps, I feel like I'm bloodin' but I'm definitely not.
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