July 2008
1 post
dear john mccain,
it would help me if you were just a little more entertaining.
June 2008
2 posts
igual aire
I like clean places. I don’t like cleaning, per se. Vacuuming up spiders and their respective webby abodes do make me shiver profusely. But the end result of a good cleaning is always enlightening. A fresh renewal.
I am strange. I know that I need to lose weight. I know that I need to work out in order to look as good as my friends and my role models. I hear from my friends every day about...
meh
It’s 3AM and I can’t sleep. Sure, the nonfat venti cinnamon dolce latte that I shoved down my throat at 9PM certainly didn’t help but I really just can’t sleep. I keep having these weird visions of lavish parties, where I’m wearing strappy leather heels and a really Carrie Bradshaw-esque sequined patterned dress. I’m the hostess and everyone that I’ve ever...
May 2008
5 posts
I just wrote an entire post and it didn’t save. Fuck.
“I didn’t change the world. I didn’t make a difference. I am frail...”
– the poem “What it Means to Be Human”
“We are also what we have lost.”
– Amores Perros
frailty
I’m trendy now!