January 2009
19 posts
good luck christina! →
throwing out a lasso to catch the moon and make it mine. it cheated time again and came out while the sun was still shining. roped it in now it’s glowing between my hands and the sky never looked emptier. i knew we’d all be lost without our guiding star to get us through another empty night. had to give you up. give it back. and you dont even realize that im more than you could ever hope to...
note to self:
gay clubs are really dark, really hot, and really really sweaty
and this is why i am the way i am
both of these exchanges had me laughing for a good 10 minutes. sad yes, but also true
me: see you soon
dad: i'll bring my band
me: band? what band?
dad: rubber band!
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dad: they dont pay me for nothing
me: who pays you?
dad: no one, weren't you listening, i said they don't pay me for nothing!
“journalists…. can’t live with them…. can’t shoot them”
– my friend alena’s boss today
just a word on fashion...
i hate to put something negative out there seeing as today’s events were so momentous, but michelle obama, i love you, but that dress was like some defective love child between a wedding and prom gown.
sooo excited :) →
(go drunk squirrels)
"resolutions"
the following are things aren’t my new years resolutions, but they’re things i’m trying to be better at in general, and have been trying to work on since i moved back here and started my life as a grown up. i thought maybe if i posted them i’d be more likely to follow through:
write more music
dont let people make me feel bad about certain life choices or things that i...
Watchthis is what happens when a 2 hour car ride takes 5.
oh and my recap of '08
i got a little carried away, but this was my life in 2008.
New years eve. Starting fresh. Vacationland-off to mexico once again. Strep. Last semester of college. Going nuts. Exciting but scary. Holding on. LOST parties. Going out. Strep. Open bar. Birthdays. Superbowl. Boo Giants. Going Veg. Dancing. Angels and King’s Open Mic Mondays. Concerts. Blurs of laughter. Fuzzy memories. Last spring...
new year, new look
thought it was time for something new.