February 2010
60 posts
“Take a picture of me, Hollywood, I want to be FAMOUS.”
– Lady Gaga.
January 2010
61 posts
Forgive me GaGa for I have sinned.
stfuphilip:
I’m jamming out to Ke$ha.
forgive my spamming /:
in two seconds and a blink i’m elated and crushed the surface of your success recently crumbled i wish you well but don’t wish it willingly
in two seconds and a blink i’m liberated and disjointed fine and dandy, i haven’t the emotions for this comotion i wish you the best but don’t wish it blindly
in two seconds and a blink i’m free and feeling lost these new...
let it be known
between 6:25-7:42am, i was indeed productive.
FACTS!!:
fuckyeahlaurengraham:
Name: Lauren Helen Graham Born: March 16, 1967 - Honolulu, Hawaii. Height: 5’9 Eyes: blue Hair: brown Father: Lawrence Graham Mother: Donna Grant Stepmother: Karen Graham Siblings: a halfbrother and two halfsisters Pets: a dog, Hanna Education: - Langley Highschool - Barnard College(B.A, English) - Southern Methodist University’s Medows School of the Arts (M.F.A., Acting,...
a few things.
one) i’ve finished Fable 2-5 in the past 17hours. Fable 6, i’m coming for you. two) please someone assure me talent show auditions aren’t tomorrow. three) madonna had something good going on in the 80’s. four) i’m super tired. five) i will now perform the classic ‘getting up early instead of staying up late’ manuver.
six) i just woke up. it’s 6:30....
'fields of Athenry'--marvelous sad poem.
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ‘round the fields of Athenry.
an attitude of gratitude, pt.4.
also, bettyada, thank you for following little ole moi[: and thanks, my atelier, for the same.
have a nice day!
an attitude of gratitude pt. 3.
thanks for the follow, gingerangie! i just adore gingers[:
and thanks, christinuhmichelle, because i actually know you in real life. nice!
this song has been in my head all day.
Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen.
Show me how to love like you have loved me.
well, i had a good day.
AND IT AIN’T OVER YET.
I feel sick. Hideously ill. Thank you, dear scholarship competition, for making me nervous. I love you too. At least be lucrative, that’s all I ask of you.
this is my tummy,
saying, ‘good morning breakfast! now get inside me!’
i feel alive, in a sleepy serene way. i feel the life in my fingertips, the life that endwells the root of the root of the heart of my soul. i feel peaceful and whole, thick is my favorite adjective because i believe it describes so much, so well.
i feel alive. i feel complete. for this split second, i’ll savor the temporal, though i long for the eternal.
#54: Japanese Internment
american-apologies:
Throughout our history, problems of civil rights and racism have always been issues that have damaged our reputation. One of the more notable examples of prejudice against minorities was during World War II. For all our talk of constitutional protection, when things go crazy in this country, the government does some fucked up shit. A great example of this is President...
this world is beautiful. this girl is not inebriate. this day is turbulent. this hair is curly. this body is pink. this music is pure. this papercut is stinging. this night is young.
faretheewell, interweb. i shan’t miss you.
STOP BEING SO DUMB.
alright, i’ve been casually listening to my ‘recently added’ playlist [consisting of mostly thao, jewel, blondie, the fantastic mr. fox soundtrack, over the rhine, etc.] when suddenly i hear: D-I-N-O-S-A you are a dinosaur D-I-N-O-S-A you are a dinosaur O-L-D M-A-N you’re just an old man hitting on me…what? you need a cat scan! KESHA, YOU’RE SO DUMB. YOU SPELL...
MY FATHER.
mia: YOU ARE THE MOST FRUSTRATING MAN IN THE WORLD. not the most intersting, just frustrating.
dad: stay perplexed, my friends.
http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=39... →
finished The Shining.
Stephen King is a wonder. I desperately want to read The Green Mile. His grasp of the spiritual and the unexplained, not merely for horror purposes, but also as a case study in humanity, is just mind-boggling.
i recently acquired the lullaby rendition of metallica’s greatest hits. now i can sleep easy, and dream of metal.
'our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up'
i have no coping mechanism. it used to be thumb-sucking, but that’s social unacceptable past the age of four. i used to cry from fifth to eighth grade, but that raises too many questions. i used to eat, but that has negative effects on my thighs. i used to hide in bed away from the world, but that’s called depression now.
what’s a girl to do?
clientsfromhell:
We were presenting several print concepts to a national milk board, promoting milk as a healthy drink. Obviously a few of our concepts had pictures of cows in them, to which the client said: “NoNoNo, we can’t show cows in our ads. Our customers will find it disgusting when they realize that milk comes from cows.”
marvelous.
i’m absolutely listening to journey to the past from anastasia except in spanish! oh man. i feel so cool.
things my phone autospells:
whilst typing h-o to write house, it puts…homoerotic. putting in n-e for neutral, it puts…neorealism. trying to type my own name, it puts…M.I.A, complete with periods. attempting to write sects, it puts…SEX (in all caps).
and i’ve taught it to put superlame and superfabulous as one word. with you, sweet iphone, the possibilities are limitless.
“some ask praise of their fellows
but i being otherwise
made compose curves...”
– e.e. cummings. (via loverofwords)
dear e.e.cummings, let me guess, you wrote this without any thought or consideration, just pure passion, and you’re right, it’s perfect. thanks, buddy, love, mia.
i’m ending the night under a blue moon. i thoroughly enjoyed today. i may or may not be inebriated. i may or may not be on an uncertain path. i may or may not always keep my word. i may or may not be marvelous.
and that’s okay.
“ideal weight for someone 5’ 2”; 99-121lbs.”
– boohiss.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PHILIP OLALO.
i hope all your wildest dreams came true. ps-i got you a gift.
Me: where'd you get that cool bracelet?
Ethan: from the store in my spanish class. I used my ten dollar peso.
Me: you have pesos to shop in Spanish class?
Ethan: yeah, a ten dollar one! It's like -shoomp [claps]- ten dollars in one peso.
“you’re going to hate yourself for this! when you go to hallmark to make up...”
– catalina, my name is earl.
what an eventful advent.
philip and i went to this “amazing” cupcake place. we bought cupcakes. we ate them overlooking the scenic lake. they tasted like flat champagne and uncooked bread dough.
yuck.
and a quick post-script.
[over text]
lauren: i love you!
me: i love you too, you're beautiful!
lauren: awuh, you're sweet.
me: how do you know that? you haven't tasted me.
lauren: i could fix that real fast.
God save the Queen.
My sister, Mika, introduced me to mysterygoogle recently. She then explained to me that people perform “mysterygoogle missions” by typing in ”give me my mission!” to the search bar. Thoroughly baffled by the concept, I typed in just that, then clicked the “are you sure?” option. What popped up you ask? “WE LOVE COCKY DIRTY BOYS.” A website devoted to...
