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this is not an exit.


November 29th, 2010

one of those amazing nights of beer and cocaine = numbed gag reflex = i give quite possibly the best head ever.

does anyone even read this anymore? hahahahahahaha

July 16th, 2010

i'm going to write a francesca lia block-esque tale of los angeles hipsters named ampersand and interrobang and the art they create simply by living.

June 6th, 2010

i might actually die on october 3. i know it's an ever-evolving list, but that will be the last one on it for now. the level of excitement is unreal.

June 2nd, 2010

a memory

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cruising sepulveda, flipping through the iPod to find the one vampire weekend song you're thinking of, and when you stop on "the kids don't stand a chance" and i excitedly say, ooooh is it this song? you say, "no, i wish!"

February 17th, 2010

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i can smell you all over my hands

February 10th, 2010

a foxtrot above my head

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hm hm hm hm hm

still as good as it's going to get

we're makin some really good memories.

ALSO i saw casablanca at the arclight with jesse last night and it was really just the most.

i've been living with my parents and working two jobs for like seven months, but life doesn't suck right now.

January 28th, 2010

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"When I was a boy the plant we boys called a fern was code for vagina, and to this day I love fern plants. In my heart the vagina is almost everything, and almost everything else could be summed up in what cock and seed have to offer; and everything else? The love of the father, dead or alive, the pain of too much pleasure, till death do us part, the voice of another song man from the other side, with or without God, Teri and the Possibilities, where ever you may be, the smell of sex in the air, seduced, slain, on my knees in prayer, sucking at the only thing that matters, my own personal Meret Oppenheim, I am Man Ray and I want you and to be all the way inside you, the cameras whirring as we put some elbow grease into the scene, the audience watching us in the dark."

January 25th, 2010

You've gotta hope that there's someone for you
As strange as you are
Who can cope with the things that you do
Without trying too hard

Because you can bend the truth
Until it's suiting you
These things that you're wrapping all around you
You never know what they will amount to
And your life is just going on without you
It's the end of the things you know
Here we go

You've gotta know that there's more to this world
Than what you have seen
Because we all have a limited view
Of what we can be

As we move along with our blinders on
Each one of us feels a little stranded
And you can't explain or understand it
Each one of us on a different planet
And amidst all the to and fro
Someone can say hello
Here we go

The feeling that someone really gets you
It's something that no one should object to
It could happen today
So I suggest you skip your habit of laying low
It's the end of the things you know
Here we go

Because someone can say "Hello,
You old so and so, here we go"

January 9th, 2010

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We'll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
Walking around in our summertime clothes,
Nowhere to go while our bodies glow

January 4th, 2010


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1. gym three days a week.
2. keep up my scrapbook for 2010 and get all of the unarchived miscellany into scrapbooks or edited videos
3. approach the negative, energy draining things in your life with a positive attitude because whining and resigning yourself to hating it will only make things worse- you're not a pushover, but you spend a lot of time at your job so you have to find ways to enjoy it.
4. watch one movie a week.
5. protect your heart/don't overprotect your heart.
6. try and feel as much love and joy and excitement as you did in the first hours of 2010 for every day of 2010.

i started the new decade off on a very good foot indeed.
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