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[16 Nov 2010|02:35pm] |
a boy told me once that i was spread too thin. that i loved too many things and that when you love something you give that thing a little piece of yourself. apparently i'd loved so much that entire chunks of me are missing. bits of katy floating in space. i told him that i was addicted to pain, that loving something hurt so much because i wanted to crack it open at the ribs and wear it like a suit, understand every inch and be as much a part of it as it was a part of me. he said that maybe i had no understanding of love at all. i told him he was crazy and he said i was stunted. stuck in a dream world. love, he informed me, is being selfless. but what is life when one has a lack of self? you always twist my words, he said. we had been sharing a carton of popcorn dyed blue by a street vendor and every third kernel i'd throw out to the pigeons. they are dirty animals, he reminded me. but so are we? and then he shook his head, everyone is always shaking their head.
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[16 Nov 2010|02:33pm] |
things to look foward to:
- bad religion in bmore this sunday with my cousin joey
- making halloween costumes for me and nicoface (nicoface and i?)
- pancakes!!!
- my mom's stuffing on thanksgiving
- buying christmas wrapping paper
- wearing as many layers as possible
- rocky horror glee
- making bebop wear sweaters
- life drawing next semester
- switching my subscription from nylon to nylon guys
- my mulberry for target pink leopard print bag arriving in the mail
- pumpkin ice cream
- falling asleep under 80 million blankets
i watch a lot of food network/the cooking channel and i think i'm going to start making a list of all the places that make my mouth water and one year save up and take an epic road trip across the nation while stuffing my face.
i want a bike for christmas:
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