Today/Tonight:
Sale day at work: I drank 4 bottles of water because I was talking and being a killer sales person so well.
I will now stop calling Vincent Gallo a "douche..."
I finally saw Buffallo 66. This explains the above statement.
Uzi, my pe,t bunny is VERY upset at me, and I cannot figure out why.
I dyed my hair brown. Q:Who colors their hair brown, you may ask? A: Redheads...
The Ren and Stimpy Sega Genesis game makes me laugh like a 12 year old boy. I will ALWAYS, no matter how unclassy it is, be a sucker for potty humor.
I sighed, breathed deep, and stomped on the gas a little harder. I felt my bottom lip smash up into my top lip, creating a schrunched rabbit-like facial expression that felt tight and vulnerable. I watched the headlights in the other lane approach, I watched them dim behind my tears. I began to blink feverishly, and eventually the feeling passed... but not before one small salty drop crashes against my skin, right beside my mouth. I cry in the car. To be honest, I think my mixed cd from like 1997 was playing the counting crows... it's easy to make fun of them, but some of these lines are amazing: "Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
she parks her car outside of my house
takes her clothes off
says she's close to understanding Jesus
she knows she's just a little misunderstood" Sorry if this song or band isn't "cool..." they were on this cd, and in this moment, they were just what I needed to hear. I never claimed to be cool anyway, I listen to the worst music ever and am a total product of the 90's... so, deal with it.
I love my rabbit, he's so amazing.
My friend Ben made fun of a girl with a limp today. Wow.
I went for a bike ride with said pal today and we discovered an abandoned train station. It was like something out of a horror movie scene.. or a ... I don't even know.
While we rode the sky got dark, darker, and then black. As we turned the corner to my apartment building, the wind picked up, hail began to fall, and the sky started to scream. I got blown over into the wall.
I have to be awake early tomorrow, though not to work until afternoon. This is a bummer, and I wish I could sleep in.
I hope to have a "girls night out," with a totally amazing babe tomorrow.. I want this to work... ack!
I look soo ridiculous when i ride my bike, I could explain why, but that would dissolve my mystery.
Something just randomly fell over in my room, and although I am sitting in the middle of my floor, I cannot decide juuust what it must have been. With that, I am leaving.
bye bye little screen,
Love: SarahJean
Ps: Someone made this for me... Whoa:
awwww
THIS SUIT TELLS STORIES:
This swimsuit belonged to the mother of my best friend Vanessa. Vanessa's mother abandoned her when she was very young and me and my family helped raise her. She stayed with us most days, occasionally with her dad.. but mostly she was fed, given haircuts, given shelter and love from us. She was a big part of my family.... We were cleaning out her attic one day when we were maybe... 16-17 years old?, and found a box of old swimsuits with her mothers name marked on the box. She tried a few of them on, and none of them fit her properly, she felt kind of bummed out because she thought it would be interesting if she had grown into the same shape her mother once was. She shrugged it off and passed the box to me, I threw a few of them on, not thinking much about the situation...... EVERY suit fit like it was made for me. I took 2 of them (we threw the rest away) and I wear them still, to this day. It was a strange discovery, very telling. I would consider myself more of a mother to Vanessa than her real mother ever was. So I wear those swimsuits..... And I always will.
Vanessa lives thousands of miles away now and has her own family, a husband and a baby on the way, but when it is warm, you can still see me sprawled out on my shitty city fire escape, soaking up some warmth from the sun, wearing a pink bikini from 1974.
Sale day at work: I drank 4 bottles of water because I was talking and being a killer sales person so well.
I will now stop calling Vincent Gallo a "douche..."
I finally saw Buffallo 66. This explains the above statement.
Uzi, my pe,t bunny is VERY upset at me, and I cannot figure out why.
I dyed my hair brown. Q:Who colors their hair brown, you may ask? A: Redheads...
The Ren and Stimpy Sega Genesis game makes me laugh like a 12 year old boy. I will ALWAYS, no matter how unclassy it is, be a sucker for potty humor.
I sighed, breathed deep, and stomped on the gas a little harder. I felt my bottom lip smash up into my top lip, creating a schrunched rabbit-like facial expression that felt tight and vulnerable. I watched the headlights in the other lane approach, I watched them dim behind my tears. I began to blink feverishly, and eventually the feeling passed... but not before one small salty drop crashes against my skin, right beside my mouth. I cry in the car. To be honest, I think my mixed cd from like 1997 was playing the counting crows... it's easy to make fun of them, but some of these lines are amazing: "Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
she parks her car outside of my house
takes her clothes off
says she's close to understanding Jesus
she knows she's just a little misunderstood" Sorry if this song or band isn't "cool..." they were on this cd, and in this moment, they were just what I needed to hear. I never claimed to be cool anyway, I listen to the worst music ever and am a total product of the 90's... so, deal with it.
I love my rabbit, he's so amazing.
My friend Ben made fun of a girl with a limp today. Wow.
I went for a bike ride with said pal today and we discovered an abandoned train station. It was like something out of a horror movie scene.. or a ... I don't even know.
While we rode the sky got dark, darker, and then black. As we turned the corner to my apartment building, the wind picked up, hail began to fall, and the sky started to scream. I got blown over into the wall.
I have to be awake early tomorrow, though not to work until afternoon. This is a bummer, and I wish I could sleep in.
I hope to have a "girls night out," with a totally amazing babe tomorrow.. I want this to work... ack!
I look soo ridiculous when i ride my bike, I could explain why, but that would dissolve my mystery.
Something just randomly fell over in my room, and although I am sitting in the middle of my floor, I cannot decide juuust what it must have been. With that, I am leaving.
bye bye little screen,
Love: SarahJean
Ps: Someone made this for me... Whoa:
awwww
THIS SUIT TELLS STORIES:
This swimsuit belonged to the mother of my best friend Vanessa. Vanessa's mother abandoned her when she was very young and me and my family helped raise her. She stayed with us most days, occasionally with her dad.. but mostly she was fed, given haircuts, given shelter and love from us. She was a big part of my family.... We were cleaning out her attic one day when we were maybe... 16-17 years old?, and found a box of old swimsuits with her mothers name marked on the box. She tried a few of them on, and none of them fit her properly, she felt kind of bummed out because she thought it would be interesting if she had grown into the same shape her mother once was. She shrugged it off and passed the box to me, I threw a few of them on, not thinking much about the situation...... EVERY suit fit like it was made for me. I took 2 of them (we threw the rest away) and I wear them still, to this day. It was a strange discovery, very telling. I would consider myself more of a mother to Vanessa than her real mother ever was. So I wear those swimsuits..... And I always will.
Vanessa lives thousands of miles away now and has her own family, a husband and a baby on the way, but when it is warm, you can still see me sprawled out on my shitty city fire escape, soaking up some warmth from the sun, wearing a pink bikini from 1974.
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