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01 December 2009 @ 02:37 am
i have a lot on my plate, and am therefore thinking far too much about life and other inconsequential things.

thank you. goodnight.
 
 
 
28 August 2008 @ 10:39 pm
my friends are so fucking poetic it makes me sick.
i'm rejoining livejournal.
 
 
Current Music: Honeybear - YYYS
 
 
 
16 June 2008 @ 07:31 pm
Um, I'm a slacker.
 
 
 
18 July 2007 @ 05:35 pm
For my amusement, I have listed, in descending order, the methods by which I would most like to bite it.

1. Old age/natural causes
2. Child birth
3. Heart-attack
4. Car accident
5. Being shot and instantly killed
6. Suicide
7. Drowning
8. Terminal illness
9. Being mauled by a dangerous animal
10. Burning


Any thoughts?
 
 
 
24 April 2007 @ 01:43 pm
Next entry: New York.

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27 February 2007 @ 10:50 pm


There is much love.
 
 
Current Music: Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)- Lennon
 
 
 
08 December 2006 @ 10:56 pm
"i'm not strange.
i feel like i'm steering the human race alone.
i've got the rudder of humanity
and there's a lot of crazy bastards running around in the ship.
i look at the ground and mutter when i walk past them
hoping they won't bother me.
sometimes i have to pretend [to be crazy]
in order to be safe."



"bond is cool, but bond is fictional.
it's true, that's who i want to be:
an international man of mystery.
i want to be internationally mysterious, God dammit!"


---excerpts from "The Wisdom I Gain from Chris Rock and
Other Sensible Tidings I Will Bless You With"
by Scott Sanders


i really do love my crazy boyfriend. he is so adorable. i used to be intimidated by him... but now, well, he's made me realize that isn't necessary. :)
 
 
 
29 November 2006 @ 10:08 pm
it is scott's 27th birthday.



he is still my baby.
 
 
 
21 January 2006 @ 05:33 am
there is sand in my shoes and joy everywhere else. i am feeling really good, and that's modesty. tonight was an amazing experience. we went to riverwalk, had a fancy italian dinner, stumbled over conversation, paced the beach, discussed interracial experiences, hands and life lines... he saved my life. i am reprimanding myself for feeling the way i do so quickly although it is out of my control. why torture myself, eh? why have anything other than what i want??


the whole idea of livejournal is troublesome. i wish i could be honest about tonight. i'll remember always.
"sad, soft, and delicate..."