January 2010
December 2009
thank you, latfh. →
why am i not surprised these are risd kids?
i mean, fuck, risd’s awesome (and whenever i hit thayer street folk always assume i go there)
but i really don’t understand their male aesthetics.
yeah, i’d take regency sideburns over moutstaches any day. less friction when you kiss, and also you don’t look like a tool.
fin.
i really need to get this paranoia disorder fixed; drinking gin and tonic out of a monty python coffee mug is kinda pathetic.
(914): Dancing like a fucking crazy person to jai ho with a snow ball in her hand. Snow days make her go nuts.
this sounds so much like something i’d do. given my penchant for dancing to jai ho when i’m drunk. yeah.
semester plan:
lose 20 pounds
get legit hair awesomeness
take more photographs
take a lot more photographs
take fuckloads more photographs.
or i could, like, work on my thesis or something.
also, losing 20 pounds would put me in under-100 territory.
which would be really dangerous.
i need to train myself to not find protruding hipbones attractive.
oh, whatever.
yessss christmas, media-gifts only:
(very exciting. written in 1944, not published until 2008.)
(guilty pleasure obtained. i love this movie, it’s so cheesy/excellent. INCONCEIVABLE!)
bonus:
(thank you boyfriend <3 it’s shiiiiiiny!)
TEH LOLCAT BIBLE (heh) →
I SO NEED TO GO TO THIS. →
steampunk world’s fair.
yes, please.
i’m already thinking about character designs…huzzah for having a top hat!
borrowing virginia woolf
home. back in massachusetts rather, because i realized against my will that the room i have lived in for 21 years is not home. this room is a tomb where a 14-year-old girl is remembered in ugly mismatched sheets and pirates of the caribbean posters, imaginative but unchanneled, decor i never got around to changing because not doing so gave me the vain hope i might soon be out of this place for...
four years
my body’s not private anymore
—there’s nowhere you haven’t seen.
my mind’s entirely too closed off
and the one thing that keeps me from cutting myself again
is imagining what you’d say when you saw the wounds.
four years is such a long time to be sober.
i’ll use these words like an addict
(no drugs, no poison)
i’m literally addicted to...
why do i go back to ri the day after tony bourdain... →
januaryanticipation
i hate that my health has been so crappy lately; since the doctors don’t know what i have there’s really not much i can do right now. it seems like every few hours i pop a different otc to control one of the different stomach problems i have.
my only hope now is that when (i figure at this point it’s when, not if) i am diagnosed with crohn’s, i will at least be able to...
ivy manning has possibly replaced isa moskowitz as... →
