i love art and artists. i love rock and roll. i love film.
i enjoy tapioca pudding the best, but sometimes chocolate. devilled eggs hold a special place in my heart. i enjoy strawberry-rhubarb pie the mostest.
i fear success. and failure. and animals and germs (to a lesser degree), and women. i am haunted.
i sleep on a platform bed. the glasses in my cupboard are all cobalt blue beer glasses. i like the shape. my refrigerator has few magnets on it..an egyptian jackal...a taxicab...and felix the cat's head. in the refrigerator is a half-gallon of vit D milk, nonfat cottage cheese, tofu and pork brats, lots of pickles, some condiments, bbq pork, 2 2-liters of diet soda, and v-8 juice.
i love the color dark blue. it is everywhere in my apartment. i have a japanese katana. i have a german bladerunner poster on half-inch gatorfoam board hanging up. i have 250+ cd's. i keep it pretty dark in here. and at about 67 degrees.
i don't easily let people in. i joke alot. i am devoted to people i love. i desire to become a good guitarist. i like yoga class. i am going running now.
i am going to copy this and put it in someone else's journal as well.
Landa! I just heard from my friend Jim (godfather) and he did indeed live in that building on St. Marks! Too creepy! Fate is crazy. My mom calls it syncronicity. I'm having deja vu. Did I already say this to you?
I can't wait to get a hotel in Boston/NYC. Remember how much fun we had in K-zoo?
You are sleeping in the other room right now. I should be sleeping too. I am so excited that you're here.
are you leaving today? have a safe safe trip if you are.
i relate girl - luckily, though, my dad has turned himself around 180 degrees and our relationship is better. if he continued w/ the shit he was doing i'd probably be feeling the exact same. life can be so silly sometimes w/ people's insistence in making things hard. i mean, i have issues, but i did what i had to do & am doing still what i need to do to make myself a healthy stable person. and it's hard, but not impossible, so why the can't everyone else? hmpf.
anyways, you will have a loverly nice time and feel 200% refreshed when you come back. i likely will be the one rambling because the tension is building here, yahoo. my dad kicked the baptists out of the house last night, who were here to see my gramma. tee hee.
and when you get back there's the show and meeting me and jason and we are so cool and you can call me sweet tits the whole time!
Who drove the boys mad when she wiggled her...
Eyes at the fellows as girls sometimes do,
To make it quite plain she was ready to...
Go for a walk or a stroll through the grass,
And then hurry home for a nice piece of...
Ice cream and cake and a piece of roast duck,
And after each meal she was ready to...
Go for a walk or a stroll on the dock,
With any young man with a sizeable...
Roll of green bills and a pretty good front,
And if he talked fast she would show him her...
Little pet dog that was subject to fits,
And maybe let him grab ahold of her...
Little soft hand with a movement so quick,
Then she'd lean over and tickle his...
Chin while she showed what she learned in france,
And asked the poor fellow to take off his...
Coat while she sang "Off the Mandalay Shore",
For whatever she was, She was no bore!