July 2011
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Last Night
omg
Jul 30th
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Jul 28th
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At night I walk.
The later the better.  I shower and preen, meticulously putting every hair in it’s place.  Draping myself in cologne.  The decadent scent floats around the room lightly dusting any surface it touches.  I wear my night clothes: dark fitted jeans, shoes with a heel, and a jacket.  Shirts are always optional.  I stop at the mirror and love myself for a moment, maybe two.  It’s 3am.  I...
Jul 28th
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Jul 28th
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I just miss my friends.
ALL OF THEM
Jul 24th
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Jul 24th
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Jul 23rd
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Jul 23rd
BEST ROOMMATE EVAR
Jul 22nd
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Jul 22nd
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Jul 22nd
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Jul 22nd
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That moment when
singing depressing love songs of pain and longing no longer feels natural.
Jul 20th
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Jul 20th
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There's always that one thing
I wanted to say that takes up the space of a small detail but means as much as the moral of a good story.
Jul 19th
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Jul 19th
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Jul 19th
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Jul 19th
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Jul 16th
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Jul 16th
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Hands Down
THE MOST DISTURBING DREAM I’VE EVER HAD
Jul 16th
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Jul 15th
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Cut.Snip.Pull.Squeeze.Press.
It’s time to play the part and I’m so ready.
Jul 12th
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Jul 12th
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WatchWatch
Kelis Video Mixtape Courtesy of Apollogee
Jul 11th
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Jul 10th
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Jul 10th
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Jul 10th
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Jul 10th
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Jul 10th
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How do you
say what you want to say when you have no idea how to say it?  How do you show what you want to express when you can’t think of a proper way to do so?  What do you do when you are inarticulate in every sense of the word, when you’re stuck speechless, when the so much you want to say comes out as silence and stagnancy?
Jul 10th
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Jul 10th
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Jul 10th
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Jul 10th
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Jul 10th
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Jul 10th
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Jul 8th
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Jul 8th
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I had a dream where
I was actually honest for once.  I finally got to say everything I wanted to.  And everything consisted of one word.  He cried over it.  He didn’t want to lose himself in it, but he was already gone, hardly visible other than the bold letters stamped across his head. I tried to comfort him.  I don’t know why.  I explained my motives.  ”Sometimes it’s better to be darker...
Jul 8th
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Jul 3rd
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Jul 3rd
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Jul 3rd
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Jul 3rd
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Jul 3rd
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Jul 3rd
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Yes,
my tears are as salty as my looks.
Jul 3rd
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Jul 2nd
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The Back of His Head
Me: I mean, I like tall guys. Except when I'm at a movie or something and they sit in front of me. Like when I went to Julia's play. All I could really see was the back of his head.
Vincent: How was it??
Me: Clean and Blonde
Vincent: I was talking about the play...
Jul 2nd