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Posted on December 23, 2009 @ 6:08 pm
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I don't get how you could NOT fall in love with a girl who would take you to get a barrel of porn for free, from a craigslist posting. I mean, really.
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| Waiting |
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Posted on December 22, 2009 @ 9:48 am
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Maybe it's just the wrong time.
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| Soy decaf mocha. |
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Posted on April 08, 2009 @ 5:39 pm
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Today a woman
on her way to a "jointed doll" exhibit
ordered a soy decaf mocha.
Her four friends had already ordered things as well
so I was a bit overwhelmed.
I pulled a shot of espresso,
and instantly realized I did not use decaf beans.
So, I poured the wasted shot in a cup for me to drink.
I ground up some decaf beans and pulled a shot
Without thinking, I poured the decaf into the same cup.
So, I just swirled it and used half of it in her drink.
I know, I am bad.
As she left, happy, she said,
"Wow! I'm b-b-bouncing off the walls, and that was even decaf!"
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| Revalations! |
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Posted on April 06, 2009 @ 11:24 pm
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It's odd.
But I am strangely content
with everything.
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| Wikipedia follies |
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Posted on April 05, 2009 @ 10:15 pm
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I went from Cryptozoology to Adam Lazarra.
And learned so much.
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| Quantrain |
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Posted on April 04, 2009 @ 7:33 pm
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Today,
I took pictures of a 6 month old named
Nostradamus
I asked his mom what his nick name was.
She said "Nos", or
"Junior"...
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| My bird dressed in white. |
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Posted on March 17, 2009 @ 2:16 am
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I had an extended conversation with a representative from DKMS today, further discussion about the donating procedure. It would take place at the UW hospital in Madison in late April.
It's really starting to hit me, what this actually means.
I've been shrugging it off as no big deal really. Like holding a door open or putting change in someone's parking meter.
It really wasn't until today when I was listening to Jack's Mannequin's song "Caves".
I couldn't stop crying in the car. Andrew McMahon had the same kind of Leukemia as this guy that I am a match for. I really started thinking about what he has to be going through. What if that was me? The song touches me so much, I'n tearing up a little even typing this.
I just hope, with everything, that this all works out.
( Caves lyrics )
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| <3 |
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Posted on March 04, 2009 @ 8:12 pm
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I can't remember
the last time I said
"I love you"
to anyone.
That makes me uneasy.
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Posted on February 27, 2009 @ 7:28 pm
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I have a slight fear that I'm developing a neurological disorder.
I am noticing myself winking inadvertantly in my right eye much more often than I think is appropriate to wink.
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| Clarification. |
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Posted on February 20, 2009 @ 3:01 pm
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never consider myself an "artist".
An real artist can create beauty out of nothing.
A painter can take a few globs of color and create something realer than reality.
A sculptor can create life out of rock.
A musician can take 7 notes, only 7, and create a symphony.
I can't do that.
I'm a conduit.
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| I'll break your fucking T.V. |
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Posted on January 19, 2009 @ 9:27 pm
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geez.
I don't blame people for being apprehensive
about telling me things
concerning their personal lives.
I literally can't help it.
I get so worked up over things
which in reality, are common
and part of typical adult life.
I've always been this way.
When my cousin got her first hickey
in 8th grade.
I had a panic attack, practically
and seriously feared for her safety.
I've had several sleepless nights
many hyperventilations,
and countless upset stomachs
about similar things since.
Drinking, Kissing, Smoking, Sex.
Sometimes,
I guess I feel like
(and how cliche is this?)
Holden from Catcher in the Rye.
I want everyone I know to mantain this unrealistic
conception of child-like innocence.
How ironic!
As jaded and cynical as I am, (appear?)
I wish nothing more than for people
to get excited over small things,
remain unhurt, and stay pure.
I watch too many Hollywood movies.
I can't believe I still believe in romance.
But, fuck it. I have to.
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| Nostalgia |
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Posted on January 13, 2009 @ 12:32 am
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Yesterday,
a lady came in
with her three kids
to get their pictures taken.
They were 5,4, and 2.
She also brought a belt.
She hit the 4 year old
as they walked out of the studio.
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| Zombies |
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Posted on January 06, 2009 @ 1:09 pm
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Last night,
I dreamt of
zombies,
zombies,
and more zombies.
All night.
And some this morning.
It was frightening
to say the least.
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| Creeper list |
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Posted on January 02, 2009 @ 11:29 pm
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Kidding. I appreciate everyone's input throughly.
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| Hemingway cool. |
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Posted on December 26, 2008 @ 12:05 pm
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Last night I had a dream that I had a full leg sleeve tattoo of old books. All the titles were great works of literary art. It looked neat.
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| Noah Ignatius Ramdragon-Jones |
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Posted on December 14, 2008 @ 11:03 pm
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"Why do you waste your time on taking pictures of ordinary people?"
"I don't know. I guess I think everyone is special."
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| You are. |
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Posted on November 26, 2008 @ 12:30 am
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Unbelievable.
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| Books |
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Posted on November 18, 2008 @ 11:09 pm
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Today I went to Barnes and Noble with the intention on buying myself a new book or documentary.
But, as I passed the children's section, I saw a big display of books that you could buy and Barnes and Noble would donate to Wisconsin children's foundation or something like that. So, I bought a book about a puppy to donate to a kid. I'm sure it was a better investment.
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| A manifesto |
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Posted on November 10, 2008 @ 2:43 pm
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Last night, my mom and I got into a discussion about alcohol.
She asked me why I didn't drink. She asked if it was because of my dad.
I told her that, partially, yes it was because of him. I remember getting a phone call at 4am from the police saying they found my dad's totaled car, but not him. (Thankfully, someone had taken him back to our cabin, so he was alive). I remember seeing his mangled wreck of a truck. I remember seeing his face in the hospital, all cut up and bruised. I remember the way his breath would smell when he drank. Sour, strong, unmistakable.
It's not just that though.
It's because I've watched my mom's cousin waste away from alcoholism. The man is nearly 50 years old and lives at home. Unable to hold a job, he just drinks more.
It's because now, I'm watching my cousin, my godfather, one of my heros, end every sentence he types with "cheers". He is a self proclaimed lovable drunk, which he uses to self medicate his shortfalls. He wanted to be a rockstar. Now he just washes those unlived dreams down with a few shots.
Suprisingly, it's not even just because of all of that...
It's because on a bus on the way back from Disney World, on New Year's day, I found out that a kid at my school died that morning in a car crash. Later determined to be alcohol and drug related.
It's because 9 months later, his best friend died in a similar way.
STILL, it's not just because of those things...
It's because I am ashamed of the stereotypes of my age. I'm ashamed that we are seen as nothing but apathetic, booze and party seeking college kids. I want to cry when I see pictures of kids I grew up with hunched over a toilet puking their guts out. I want to reach my hand out to those kids and say "You don't need this. You don't need to be like this to feel like you belong". I don't want another girl my age to wake up in a house they don't remember walking into next to a dude they can't remember the name of.
And it's because I know that my choice is not the choice of everyone. I want my friends...rather, everyone to know that they can count on me to be a designated driver, to hold their hair back, to pick them up when they're scared or alone. Though as much as I might wish for everyone to live a sober life, I know most won't, and I accept that. I want to be different. It's the same reason anyone does anything. It's difficult, a challenge, and I believe it will make me a better person.
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