pretty pictures, femme, vintage jewelry, waist-length pones, forever 21, blythe dolls, water balloon wars, black shirts, running town lake, saturday morning yoga, this american life, crosswords over sunday brunch, scarves and hoodies, big cities, enneagram, mass transit, prank wars, japan, red wine and makers mark and dirty vodka martinis, kitties, sleeping on accident, eating with chopsticks, thunderstorms, hardwood floors, sushi and sake, sugarfree red bull, barton springs, trashy reality tv, bea arthur and peabo bryson, day trips to mexico, ballet, making out, car singing and dancing, tubing, guitar hero, psychology and human sexuality, text messaging, trudy's, watching ed do his impression of tim, walks of shame, taking pictures of people on the john, pop culture, riding my ghetto-ass bike, smoking stuff, chasing pnut, avoiding grad schoool for as long as possible
Music
i called her yesterday and she told me um, that uh... well, she was just talking to me about the weather man on television and i'd thought you'd be interested in knowing about this. it's pretty interesting, but well uh... well before they actually put the weather man on the television, with the weather board, they just put the weather man's hand pointing to stuff. and sometimes, uh, they drew on the boards like they would draw, uh, clouds as rain, and um sometimes they would draw maybe, um, lightning and sometimes, sun... if it was gonna be sunny. but the thing that they did the weather man had to get get to the station early because, um, there was, uh, they had to get makeup put on their hand.
Movies
i don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. i don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought.. or processed. you know, as a career, i don't want to do that.
Television
look at you, you're such a mess. i mean you'll take anyone as long as they'll fuck ya or fight ya. well let me tell you something buddy boy, those are just little off tabs, little whisps of nothing compared to the nut you'll bust when this whole fuckin car rips right through ya, tears your ass in half. you'll shit a million stars.
Books
i have a truly horrible dream which invariably occurs on the nights that i am lenoreless in my bed. i am attempting to stimulate the clitoris of queen victoria with the back of a tortiseshell hairbrush. her voluminous skirts swirl around her waist and my head. her enormous cottage-cheese thighs rest heavy on my shoulders, spill out in front of my sweating face. the clanking of pounds of jewelry is heard as she shifts to offer herself at best advantage. there are odors. the queen's impatient breathing is thunder above me as i kneel at the throne. time passes. finally her voice is heard, overhead, metalled with disgust and frustration: "we are not aroused." i am punched in the arm by a guard and flung into a pit at the bottom of which boil the figures of countless mice. i awake with a mouthful of fur. more time. a ribbed brush.
About me: i love any and all things that are ridiculous. i know a lots of awesome people. i really can't take anything seriously. it's kind of a problem. i'm fiercely independent. i give good hugs. i think people who wear crocs should be shot. i find myself running with scissors a lot. it's all fun and games til someone loses an eye!
Who I'd like to meet: teach me japanese through osmosis.
Yeah, I got a teaching English gig here in Chumphon. I'm goin to check out the beach 2mro, I heard it's pretty bad ass. I'll send you my blog info once that gets up and running. L8r sk8r!
You pretty much rule :) when you comin back to the states? can you bring me back some of that stuff that looks like peanut butter but that would be stuck on your shoe like gum? miss you xo
I went through my old flickr faves and found a photo of you with wide eyes holding a giant bottle of gato negro, dan blick standing awkwardly in the background with a blank expression. I think I missed about ten things at once.
i fucking love chcuk bass i found a boy at creekside who looks like him and cant remember his name so we all refer to him as chick bass now. missssss you
