February 2010
January 2010
DEAR DIARY
maybaby5:
My hair [entire wardrobe] smells like weed.
Morgan and I went to Venice Beach today. Here is a...
helveticunt:
Laid out and read
Tried to create a sandcastle (and failed)
Made sand cocks
Met two little Mexican kids that had to be under 11 (Mia and…uh…Anthony? Andrew? Something like that)
Went seashell hunting with the Mexican kids (I felt like a kidnapper)
Heard Mia call some teenage bitches melodramatic and roll her eyes at them (SHE WAS SO FUCKING AWESOME)
Heard Mia call a shell...
eyeliner&cigarettes
formspring.me
ricekristis:
why are you so debu?
because i just am. and you are too!
you’re wayyyyy more debu than i am.
excerpt:
thinkkdifferent:
“I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but i need it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of...
Bears. Beats. Battlestar Galactica.
Project Mayhem
so i have to take a theology course this semester...
The first thing the teacher said in class was that this was a class that looked at a text and in no way was the class intended to persuade people into conforming to christianity. I guess I’m Roman Catholic… but really I guess you can call me a holiday catholic. growing up, I was kindly forced to attend catechism and confirmation classes. I never really paid attention in any of the...
so i woke up this morning feeling like p diddy
Except I brushed my teeth with crest.
viens ce soir avec moi aux folies bergere!