on a radiohead binge....

look into my eyes,
it's the only way you'll know i'm telling the truth.



so knives out......

quick! change the song!!!!!

agh! was looking at some chick from new york's photography and was completely amazed and inspired that i didnt notice that true love waits was on. once i did, in my head i went "arrrggh! quick! change the fucking song.......ah. karma police.much more appropriate."


ok. so i know this is kinda selfish of me.
im going to spend as little on xmas as i can. (since i hate the blasphemous holiday anyway)
and buy a fucking bomb ass camera. im talking about 700 dollars. no joke.
that is if what is supposed to happen doesnt happen.
fuck this. im tired of making excuses that i dont have a camera!
I AM DETERMINED.

blood on the moon

ok. so i dont want to jinx anything. but i think this might be it.

i dont want to go into detail until i find out for sure if its legit. if it is. eeeekkk! im excited!

its really sad how people's misfortunes can be your piece of luck. and vice versa. :(
whoever got luck out of my misfortunes, im happy for you.

fingers crossed, though.

it has brightened up a very confusing/awkward/mean drunk(haha) week.

san francisco is calling me.

there was blood on the moon tonight.
be careful....

so here's to everything, coming down to nothing. here's to silence.

belligerent, following the stars of your eyes.

the stars are not aligned.




i has dreams that brings me sadness.
rain much deeper than a river.
sorrow flow through me.
tiny waves of shivers.




p.s. ima shake you off though.

where are my keys? i lost my phone.

TURN ON THE BRIGHT LIGHTS.

You come here to me, we'll collect those lonely parts and set them down.


One of the kids gave me a stomach virus. Ugggh. That isn't going to stop me tonight though.think circus whore circa 1929 combined with a little lady gaga. Please, no plaid shirts.

Last night I popped my sex shop cherry.some scary ass looking dildos and videos. But cute clothes.I got carded, hahaha.

List of shirts boys could easily seduce you with:
-plaid shirts
-striped shirts
-v-necks
-deep v-necks

Note to self:
Control your poison, babe.

KILL THE LIGHTS!

insomnia and sore throats.

i want my hill and my bay.
and my good old friend, atom.

where do all the lovers meet with one another, in an effort to uncover
what has happened to the silent days?

tick.tick.tick.......BOOM.

im sick as a dog right now.
writing an essay for mod. american history that is due in an hour.
and i want to throw up.

i keep having bad nightmares.
i cant move. i cant stop.



i am counting the hours until i see balloons and streamers, slutty outfits and plaid shirts (you know what im talking about andrea).
and my tummy is filled with vodka and chasers. i am counting the hours until the lights are killed and i cant remember anything that happened that night. i dont care how bad that sounds.

p.s. i am an awful person.
i am full of bad thoughts and insecurities.