succeed at all costs.

two photoshoots tonight and copious amounts of liquor and potential LSD.

this should be interesting. *grin*

Vee is not dead! She lives on in the minds and hearts of, well- me.



Oh, to dream.

“Everybody has that thing where they need to look one way but they come out looking another way and that’s what people observe. you see someone on the street and essentially what you notice about them is the flaw. It’s just extraordinary that we should have been given these peculiarities. And, not content with what we were given, we create a whole other set. Our whole guise is like giving a sign to the world to think of us in a certain way but there’s a point between what you want people to know about you and what you can’t help people knowing about you.

“And that has to do with what I’ve always called the gap between intention and effect. I mean if you scrutinize reality closely enough, if in some way you really, really get to it, it becomes fantastic. You know it really is totally fantastic that we look like this and you sometimes see that very clearly in a photograph. Something is ironic in the world and it has to do with the fact that what you intend never comes out like you intend it.”

-Diane Arbus

is it later enough? sure thing. let's go. double-time? oh, sad again.

last night was fucking sick. turtle squad ftmfw. i've 'never' seen a group of people come together like that. i felt so at home. people were rad and respectful and i avoided my stalker all night. good job. chii says good job.

i feel funny, and i really shouldn't feel THAT funny.

ughhhh though my brain aches a bit and it's my own fault. too much lemonade or something idfk. hahahahaha. fuck you jasmine! xDDD no it's okay babygirl i love you more than bicycles and overt sex on the dancefloor. or in the car. i should be glowing. i'm fuzzy.

fuzzy like a raver wet dream. lmfao!!! i should punch myself for that one. "you stupid ravers with your big pants, what the fuck are you doing- with your techno and your crazy drugs and rave music, god."

Yes, god.

sick ass trick, dolla bill playing "i'm a hustler baby" again. AGAIN... and at Colo coming up? holy fuck, and Tommy D.iaz vs Trouble... and D.Crisis????!!!? fucking marry me whydon'tcha. i'm going to have a joygasm.

new pants, plz.

on a completely unrelated note, i feel like a sex faux pas.

the end. now only read the bold text. lawlz z zzz. vee? no. fuck you.

i'm running crazy-bananas from miami to texas. i need a pickup.

last night was batshit crazy. update later. my head hurts.

sitting at work. i smell like sex. i don't want to use a shift-key today. eject button, yeahhh. fersher.

fucking eat it.

can you be bulimic and be a lesbian or do you need to throw up after eating someone out? hahahahahaha. i'm so fucking funny it hurts. "i'm all that and a bag of dope". oh, i just made myself sad.

people won't find this and it's grand. smile big for the cameras kiddies. here's the whiskey-infused internal musings (mewings? hah) of your favorite local drug child.

i don't make sence. no sence. no cents? keep your coins, i want change. (lame-o, seriously.)

i can't wait to woobie on down and wobble out to the big BK tonight. Dancefloors with good basslines. Basslines with good dancefloors. Floors and lines? Oh yes. Tonight should be grand. GRAND. *shakes fist*

(the first time I typed that I accidentally typed 'fish' instead of 'fist') bawwwww.

skritch-scratch, needle drop, g-g-g-g-get fucked up. *cue song*

it's not as bad as it seems over the guise of the internet, neighbor. really it's not. inside jokes eh, wot?

i ♥ things, apparently.

Why do I always find myself doing this shit? Hahaha. xD