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Journal Entry: Thu Apr 6, 2006, 6:55 AM
i might be in the sentinel.. possibly even in el sentinel, and then i may die happy

Kryptonite

Journal Entry: Mon Apr 3, 2006, 8:39 AM
"I gave her my heart... and she gave me a pen." I think that there must be a sick sick basic cable law that states that at least one channel must play Say Anything a minimum of 6 times a month. They know that there is a hefty chunk of the population that is as paralyzed by it as they would be by your basic neurotoxin and must stop and watch it, even if they have better things to do(... I bet Nestle's in on it too, souless, off-tasting Hershey's wanna-bes). If I ever come down with a debilitating illness that keeps me bedridden, I'm going to devote my final days to proving and documenting this. Until then, basic cable, until then...

dandelion communitea

Journal Entry: Fri Mar 31, 2006, 4:46 PM
went to a crazy hippie drum circle the other night, celebrated the Spring with a belly dancer, drank natural tonics in a full skirt, saw intimidatingly cool chick from my painting class, she spoke to me, as did the too-cute-to-be-vegan waiter. i don't think i mind hippies as much anymore. but i will always eat meat and any unnatural things that happen to taste good to me.

I've Got it and it's Not Worth Having

Journal Entry: Sun Mar 26, 2006, 5:33 PM
Some days make me feel as if my inner child must have choked on a lego and died. like today. i HATE how, as I get older, i keep finding myself in situations that i once thought of as being in the height of stupidity and doing things that i would never ever have thought i'd be lame enough to do. suddenly i'm relating to characters and books that i used to despise; pretty soon i'll discover the well-hidden delights that Wurthering Heights has to offer... and then, i'll know it's time to die. Do any of you remember when getting some of what you wanted felt 100%-no-strings-attached good? i really miss the black and white.

sam rivers

Journal Entry: Thu Mar 2, 2006, 7:29 AM
one knee, skin and bones, bathed in blue. sam rivers, i could tell he was smiling. sounds of jazz, smell of smoke, i'm much worse at air hockey than i thought, but foosball is still promising. i never want to pass out in a Denny's bathroom. Mr. Peanut plots my death. when james is jim and jim is tom and james is too and we are megan, usef, kevin, bethany( who is linda), and tom, there's beer in water glasses and straws and ice. i need more sleep.