So, the other night...I was on my 3rd bottle of red wine and I was re-watching The Grey and was feeling really very one with nature... ( Once more into the fray.Collapse )
- lifeblood:Coyotes - Don Edwards
I have this hot tupperware filled with left over spinach and paneer samosas sitting on my abdomen like a heating pad right now. What has my life come to? ( Your face could stay like that.Collapse )
- lifeblood:Soften the Blows - Lisa Marie Presley
New dress. Her name is Lesley. I've been lusting after this dress since November!
Of course, I took photos of myself in it the second I ripped the packaging open. Now, regarding these photos...I'm horrible with the self timer on my camera. By the time I got the camera to balance on something and pressed the button and ran across the room to get in the shot, it would take the photo and I would look awkward in mid-run/mid-pose in the resulting photo.
So, then I tried taking the ~myspace angles~ route by taking a full body shot from above my head..and a good portion of those shots turned out just focused on my tits or chopping various sections of my head off annnnd it was such a mess, haha. I couldn't even manage one proper full body shot. The following photos are what I salvaged from my pathetic series of self-portraits. ( Flushed with success, wearing a little black dress.Collapse )
- lifeblood:A Little Black Dress-West End Girls
I'm finding out that I talk the talk dangerously well, but I'm scared of what could happen when the time comes to walk.
- lifeblood:Peeping Tommi-Tori Amos
Woke up about an hour ago.
Golden Grain...That shit is 96% alcohol. Never again, damn.
- lifeblood:Party At A Rich Dude's House-Ke$ha
& it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die.
- lifeblood:Time-Tom Waits
Kicking bitches out the condo like Pam.
Refuse phone numbers.
Confirm that, yes, my hair is indeed very long.
Observe that particular roommate lied about 'not dancing like a white girl.'
Laugh to self.
Get stuck walking said girl home.
Pretend to care about her yammering about her ex-fiancé.
No longer laughing.
Consider bottling eau de parfum d'weed et d'aide de kool.
Cause it's on. Yea, girl, it's on.
You know what it is when I finally make it home.
- lifeblood:Show Me A Good Time-Drake
Wear a necklace of thorns.
Happy Birthday, Frida. I love you.
- lifeblood:Super Pop-Madonna
So, it's been a year. What can I say that I haven't already? I've written about Michael Jackson's death and how it affected me a few times before: July 3, 2009August 29, 2009October 25, 2009November 1, 2009
Yes, it is sad that a family lost a son, brother, father, uncle, etc. Yes, it's sad that fans lost an idol. For me, however, it's sad because I lost an archetype..(well..okay, maybe that's too strong a word, perhaps framework works better) that I based my consumption of music on. Ha, I fully know it sounds self-indulgent and obsessive
& that's because it is. I guess I can't deny that I am obsessed with him. ( This humpty dumpty"s lucky.Collapse )
- lifeblood:Requiem For Evita-John Mauceri
It travels south with disuse
Okay, so I was in the kitchen just now making some mac & cheese, right, when I overhear a roomie on the phone trying to say that you can only spread herpes ~during an outbreak.
Whoa, whooaa, WHAT? Damn, girl, no. Where were you during your middle school health class?
This is going to bother me. I want to correct her because that's something wayyy too serious to be wrong about but I can't be a megacreeper and knock her door all HEY ROOMIE I NEVER TALK TO HERPES CAN BE SPREAD EVEN OUTBREAK FREE VIA VIRAL SHEDDING I COULD HEAR UR SUPER SECRET CONVO SRY LOL K BYE.
Oh, my life.
Fuck it, Imma write that shit on a post-it and leave it on her door.
- lifeblood:Not Even Jail-Interpol
"I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let's try something different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well."-Joe Stack
Joe, you cared so much
. What the fuck was the point of giving up like this?
- lifeblood:Sick Muse (Adam Freeland Remix)-Metric
I'm like a cat in heat stuck in a moving car.
Dad calls to check up on my job searching. I sit silently. I feel words rushing in my head but they somehow lose their meaning in seconds & they conveniently bypass my mouth. He yells some more. I close my eyes. Exhale audibly. I regret it immediately and hope it went unnoticed. Then I apologize, tell him I'm busy with classes. I'm preoccupied...only a half lie this time. He thinks something's up. I don't blame him.
I just want to settle into this semester a little bit before I throw myself behind an ambitious job hunt again. I'm applying to shit online..but these jobs are ones I know I am not qualified for. & that one fucking class that fucked over my GPA certainly isn't helping matters.
I can't have conversations with him anymore. I always think rationally the second after I flip my phone shut. I'll never impress or assure him (...or myself, for that matter) this way. It's frustrating. I have to face reality finally..I can only prolong this shit for so long. There are times that I wonder if I have inherited some of these problems. No. In actuality, I'm probably being irresponsible...blaming my own fear on others. There's apathy coupled with this fear. It's a potent combination.
I should have packed for the weekend by now. I should be sleeping. Not sitting in front of my laptop crying in the dark and pitying myself like a fucking character from a teen movie. ( What a mad delusion.Collapse )
go to sleep now if I have any hope of waking with enough time to pack...but I'll probably be up another couple hours.
- lifeblood:Look At Your Game, Girl-Charles Manson
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