I want to fuck this dude so bad. Although he may be a horrible, ruthless mercenary who is trying to kill the Lostaways (whatever happened to referring to them as that?) he has a really sexy pattern of speaking.
keeping a notebook
'why did I write it down? in order to remember, of course, but exactly what was it i wanted to remember? how much of it actually happened? did any of it? why do i keep a notebook at all?'
joan didion
here is my half finished muxtape. it is full of old songs because i do not know any new ones.
here is my goodreads.
talk to me.
joan didion
here is my half finished muxtape. it is full of old songs because i do not know any new ones.
here is my goodreads.
talk to me.
May 15
“ Florida’s Cubans [are responsible for] sleaze and influence-peddling in American politics. In every incident of national torment that has deflated our country for the past three decades — Cuban exiles are always present and involved.
— Michael Moore. I always have hated this dude, even before it was cool.
I want to get a motorcycle so I can actually fucking park somewhere in this city.
Except I’m too afraid to even ride bicycles.
Hopes and dreams.
I want to someday meet a girl named Cristal. In my fantasy, her parents will have named her that because it’s like Crystal, but even classier.
Why the fuck is Oprah doing an America's Funniest Home Videos show without my daddy-issues-crush Bob Saget?
Just kidding, I probably don’t have daddy issues.
Chelsea Handler has authored two books and I want them.
They are called: Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea and My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One Night Stands.
If I’m being honest with myself, I’m way more likely to read either of those than Oscar Wao, which I bought at Costco over a week ago and has been sitting untouched on my kitchen counter ever since.
UPDATE: Just read an excerpt on Amazon and it was really truly awful. Disappointments.
So I’m watching this past life regression thing on Oprah.
And some guy is hypnotizing the audience so they remember previous incarnations of themselves. Despite being an atheist, I have kind of a gut level belief in past lives and I’m definitely into alternative treatments for craziness. However, this is total bullshit.
The dude hypnotized the audience so that they could recount their past lives and everyone was basically going around riding unicorns a hundred years ago. A Black woman said she was a white nun, and an uptight white woman claimed she was a Native American who got murdered. If someone was a secretary who died in a diabetic coma, I’d be a lot more inclined to believe this whole thing.
I still totally want to do it though, but I doubt my shady ass health insurance covers hypnosis. I don’t even get prescriptions.
May 14
Oh hey, guys. Yeah, that’s just seventeen-year-old me PRACTICALLY HUGGING MOTHERFUCKING STEPHANIE PRATT.
Watch for me on The Hillz next season. Probably not wearing that satin jacket though. (WTF, seventeen-year-old me?)
“ We live in a time when our government is telling us some pretty profound lies. And then James Frey writes a book and it turns out some of it’s not true. No one asked for their vote back, but everyone wanted back the money they’d spent on that book. We’re in the shadow of huge lies and getting angry about the small ones.