&drag my lovers self back to me
i'll meet him there
water & air.
im gonna jinx everything..in one post.
i guess the days have been moving in slow motion, must be the weather & the fact that i do not stay inside when the sun is outside.
i can feel it, im gonna be dark as hell this summer. like it matters, it feels better than any drug i've done. to feel the day. to actually be free.
&of course, running from gusts of pollen SCREAMING, proves that being outside is not nearly as poetic as the thought seems to be.
i recently was Mitchel's plus one, at the premier of a magazine called 'the furious season'. i had a lot of fun, i'm shifting through things to submit. trying to convince myself to advance in some way positive, i've been lazing around on these sunny afternoons.
&i've been eatting tons of ramen lately, i truly dont see an end in sight. mmmmmm.
-cock rotter <3
the common market babyyyy
its been a week since my last entry.
seems like an eternity, so many things happen so quickly these days. i'm not sure where to begin with the amount of changes i've over gone, the world has over gone. i can't even think up those words.
so i won't.
i've had some bad times, &obviously they were not that bad since i did not come crying to type away my misery. i've been seemlingly happy...loving the people i've been meeting, glad they keep comin.
i've also been downloading so much music that my computer sounds like its eatting cookies, my computer is frying out. but i'm a hard-headed little bitch, so be it.
seems like an eternity, so many things happen so quickly these days. i'm not sure where to begin with the amount of changes i've over gone, the world has over gone. i can't even think up those words.
so i won't.
i've had some bad times, &obviously they were not that bad since i did not come crying to type away my misery. i've been seemlingly happy...loving the people i've been meeting, glad they keep comin.
i've also been downloading so much music that my computer sounds like its eatting cookies, my computer is frying out. but i'm a hard-headed little bitch, so be it.
oh yeah
Dearest Ghost Reader,
i quit my job. i rejoiced when i snarked up enough guts to put in my 2 weeks, i even laughed & threw a mini party with a couple of crack rocks & chardonnay. i loved it. then when my name wasn't on the schedule, i didn't panic. i didn't say 'I NEED MONEY MOTHER CUNTHEADS..TAKE ME BACK'..i smiled & i said my goodbyes serene-like. i was calm. i walked out of the resaurant, my dignity held up high..had no idea that this dignity would be the rope that i would later tie into a noose to hang myself with, now that i am currently dumpster diving for change. i have a applied to about 10 different places. i have cleaned out my piggie bank to buy some reds. i have bummed around, asked my parents for gas money, and i'm thinking about selling things..like...my body.
dear dear ghost reader, money is essential. don't forget that, not even for pride! don't sit the gazing off into the sun..eyes wide with a silent rage as you walk slowly towards a strip club called 'Baby Dolls' [M.hell] for employment. please...please...lick your money for me & tell it i love & miss it.
Regretfully,
Loonuhtick.
i quit my job. i rejoiced when i snarked up enough guts to put in my 2 weeks, i even laughed & threw a mini party with a couple of crack rocks & chardonnay. i loved it. then when my name wasn't on the schedule, i didn't panic. i didn't say 'I NEED MONEY MOTHER CUNTHEADS..TAKE ME BACK'..i smiled & i said my goodbyes serene-like. i was calm. i walked out of the resaurant, my dignity held up high..had no idea that this dignity would be the rope that i would later tie into a noose to hang myself with, now that i am currently dumpster diving for change. i have a applied to about 10 different places. i have cleaned out my piggie bank to buy some reds. i have bummed around, asked my parents for gas money, and i'm thinking about selling things..like...my body.
dear dear ghost reader, money is essential. don't forget that, not even for pride! don't sit the gazing off into the sun..eyes wide with a silent rage as you walk slowly towards a strip club called 'Baby Dolls' [M.hell] for employment. please...please...lick your money for me & tell it i love & miss it.
Regretfully,
Loonuhtick.
forgo the bureaucratic rules & regulations
sorry that i haven't written anything lately.
seriously, ghost reader who never assures their existence with a comment or follow, i truly apologize.
my life has been on a roll lately, both good & bad. i've been in a strange way.
egh, i thought about sprucing this post up with a really stellar picture, but i'm going to stroke this entry down to its bare minerals & leaving it up to you, the reader, to continue reading although there are no visual illustrations or flashy sparkly colours. k.
i've been noticing some shit about all of these little nest-like subcultures, that have a not-so-secret password to get into. such as, style of dress, music, hair styles, even makeup. then i started reviewing the people i talk to on facebook, because if you haven't already guessed by the low follower count on my blog, i really don't have very many friends.
i talk to a variety of different people on facebook, i am part of no set subculture. even my bestest of best friends are all completely different in music, hair styles, & they way in which they have decided to dress. their manorisms may be similar but still they are active members of the subcultures, that have been socialized into.
any how, if i actually have a point to the pointlessness of posting this into the void that may only consist of two people, on Saturday i watched a movie called Penelope [loveee you Mitchell] & she had a cute little pig nose that everyone was so disgusted by. it was a curse from generations before her.
in order to find a suitor she talked to them behind a mirror of which she could see out from but they could not see her, they normally loved her personality. then when she came out from behind the glass, they ran out of a window. leaving her to feel countless emotions that i cannot even pretend i can relate to.
but the two that came to mind was dehumanization & alienation. sounds extreme, but hello you have no idea.
i wish people could fall in love with personality first, but thats impossible. if behind the mirror came every physical aspect that i personally thought was the worst thing in the whole wide world. i think i would open my book of excuses & start listing on after the other.
but excuses are like assholes, i'm told, everyyyyyyyoneeess got one. i guess, we should decorate them & get unique with it? :]
seriously, ghost reader who never assures their existence with a comment or follow, i truly apologize.
my life has been on a roll lately, both good & bad. i've been in a strange way.
egh, i thought about sprucing this post up with a really stellar picture, but i'm going to stroke this entry down to its bare minerals & leaving it up to you, the reader, to continue reading although there are no visual illustrations or flashy sparkly colours. k.
i've been noticing some shit about all of these little nest-like subcultures, that have a not-so-secret password to get into. such as, style of dress, music, hair styles, even makeup. then i started reviewing the people i talk to on facebook, because if you haven't already guessed by the low follower count on my blog, i really don't have very many friends.
i talk to a variety of different people on facebook, i am part of no set subculture. even my bestest of best friends are all completely different in music, hair styles, & they way in which they have decided to dress. their manorisms may be similar but still they are active members of the subcultures, that have been socialized into.
any how, if i actually have a point to the pointlessness of posting this into the void that may only consist of two people, on Saturday i watched a movie called Penelope [loveee you Mitchell] & she had a cute little pig nose that everyone was so disgusted by. it was a curse from generations before her.
in order to find a suitor she talked to them behind a mirror of which she could see out from but they could not see her, they normally loved her personality. then when she came out from behind the glass, they ran out of a window. leaving her to feel countless emotions that i cannot even pretend i can relate to.
but the two that came to mind was dehumanization & alienation. sounds extreme, but hello you have no idea.
i wish people could fall in love with personality first, but thats impossible. if behind the mirror came every physical aspect that i personally thought was the worst thing in the whole wide world. i think i would open my book of excuses & start listing on after the other.
but excuses are like assholes, i'm told, everyyyyyyyoneeess got one. i guess, we should decorate them & get unique with it? :]
its about time
i finally picked my head up out of the ass of bitterness & depression.
yes,
i dusted myself off & walked along the shores of golden sands.
&the thing is...it was nobodies doing. it wasn't. i have nobody to thank..but myself & the supernatural. sometimes folks, all it really takes is peace & quiet & some deep breaths.
shake the ass of lifes true meaning.
anyway, its time to get nude. enough of this sap crap...i feel like a fucking wimp.
i've been watching movies lately..some legally, some illegally. i just can't fight the urge to sit down & let a motion picture suck 1-2 hours out of my life.
i've been watching some independant films that i've had on my list..that i have neglected to watch & some that were not on my list but i'm glad i watched them.
all of the ones on my list...basically made me want to vomit all of my bones out.
i'm so tired of movies that try to hard to fit 'reality' into a screen. you really can't make movies realistic when all the audience can think about was....'didn't she make a porno with so & so...dirty girl'
i mean...c'mon. half of the actors i've seen really fist fuck the movies they are in..in the ass. please go back to acting school! i'm on my hands & knee's..typing this w/my tongue BEGGING YOU.. please go back.
i, personally, would love to be an actress. these jokers make it look easy.
this post is hilarious to me, i've had the best day. &i still can't help but write my most negative entry ever recorded. fun. :]
yes,
i dusted myself off & walked along the shores of golden sands.
&the thing is...it was nobodies doing. it wasn't. i have nobody to thank..but myself & the supernatural. sometimes folks, all it really takes is peace & quiet & some deep breaths.
shake the ass of lifes true meaning.
anyway, its time to get nude. enough of this sap crap...i feel like a fucking wimp.
i've been watching movies lately..some legally, some illegally. i just can't fight the urge to sit down & let a motion picture suck 1-2 hours out of my life.
i've been watching some independant films that i've had on my list..that i have neglected to watch & some that were not on my list but i'm glad i watched them.
all of the ones on my list...basically made me want to vomit all of my bones out.
i'm so tired of movies that try to hard to fit 'reality' into a screen. you really can't make movies realistic when all the audience can think about was....'didn't she make a porno with so & so...dirty girl'
i mean...c'mon. half of the actors i've seen really fist fuck the movies they are in..in the ass. please go back to acting school! i'm on my hands & knee's..typing this w/my tongue BEGGING YOU.. please go back.
i, personally, would love to be an actress. these jokers make it look easy.
this post is hilarious to me, i've had the best day. &i still can't help but write my most negative entry ever recorded. fun. :]
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