I refuse it's sign of maturity

To be stuck in complexity

I demand clarity either way

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bjork, you crazy and i feel you. i feel you.

in hibernation.
i fucking hate this haiku.
oh you bumbleclot...

im going to be 26 this year?

resolved: i need to have this figured out by 2012. seriously.

my relationship style does not work.
i recognize that, but i don't care to change it.

cosas

- working working working.
and oh! more work! fantastic.

- getting ready for the desert and my tan

- gay foot fetish porn. what?

- wait, what?

- i need to mail a birthday card to a taurus.

- fuck what you heard.

- so over it, i'm under it.

- onwards ; upwards.

i'm obviously doing this wrong.

not at all lazy. not a least bit frustrated.

we shall see.

about 8 months ago, i was pretty angry at myself for not really knowing what i was working toward. unsure if i should get my masters in i don't know what or not.

whatever. long story short, i went to an energy reader and she read my unsureness about life. she said that what i interpreted as nothingness was just me relishing in my youth. at that point, i was like, "what the fuck are you talking about?"

i still don't.

but it doesn't matter.

i was working at gossip a year and some change. in september, a truck crashed into Gossip leading me to accept a full time position at PATH.

i'm happy. i have something to talk about; to think about.

i just realized that i am in a very vulnerable state. damn.

kashka

i'm sitting in the lobby of Absolute Hostel in Paris.

i've been away from home for 2 weeks and i have no desire to go back to la nor do i have any desire to stay in europe (as if that were even an option.)

i earned my degree almost 20 months ago. i don't know what do to with it. i see what other people are doing with their lives: moving to another city, pursuing higher learning in the form of law degrees or medical school. a number of my friends are teaching english in Korea and France.

i don't know what i want to do.

my indecisiveness has brought me to this point. the point of vacation. a vacation from what? how can you go on holiday from nothingness?

i'm meant for better things. but why am i stuck in los angeles, a city that the rest of the world loves to hate on? i'm stuck there without really being stuck there. its not like i have anything or anyone i'm attached to.

fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

its ash wednesday this week. i figured that one out while i was at mass today at the cathedral of notre dame. amidst the swinging ball of incense and the frechmixedwithlatin liturgy, i realized that it was the last sunday in ordinary time.

ordinary time. perhaps i will make it my last sunday in ordinary time.

i'm sharp but lazy. what does a sharp but lazy knife do? it cuts nothing. it couldn't even cut soup if it wanted to. that was probably the worst metaphor / hyperbole / analogy i've ever come up with.

speaking of knives, i can't even find love. which makes 300% sense. you can't find the person you want to be with if you're not where you want to be.

but where am i supposed to be?

i've found myself pushing people away. often times i find myself thinking negatively of others which is simply a refection of the negativity i see in myself. three people in my life who are pretty close to be have keenly observed that i have been overly defensive in recent months.

fucking shit. i see this and i don't do anything.

i'm sorry. really.

stacked.
backed.

, nice rack.

23

interesting wikipedia entries.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanctuary_cities

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelle_Malkin

yeah.

gas is killing me.

again, i need to be more careful and mindful. when did i become so reckless?

i received the most aggressively passive note from mi madre stating that my room was now a FIRE HAZARD. by the way, thats exactly how she wrote it: all captial letters and underlined. maybe i should look into being neater.

i wonder if that means she has envisioned my room burning down with me in it

i wonder how hot my room could get with just my posessions as kindling.

dude. its not even my idea, she was the one who suggested it.

ooh, thats dark.

may 27th 2008. the day i will start to lap swim again.

my morning jacket - touch me i'm going to scream part two

i will float until i learn how to swim

music is my king sized bed.

look, you need to learn how to be more careful. my ride home consisted of relief / disappointment. can i attribute my situation of the past year to my actions of 2006. 2006 seems tainted.

i can't undo it. and i cant redeem myself. oh well.

someone who looks good in pajamas.

here's my question. wait, i'll keep that to myself and my close friends who have the sad duty to listen to me hopelessly bitch.

i just cleaned out my car. its very tidy.

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i'm not mad. i'm not angry. i'm not even upset.
i'm unresolved.
and i'd rather be mad, angry, and upset.

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and now, for something totally irrelevant


it's always a carlos.

it doesn't mean that much to me
to mean that much to you

basta cosi.

blunt objection to blunt objects

the summer of 2006 was the last time i felt like all things were in their place.

thank you chris wang



double fisting.

well, that was severe.

i'm starting to detest the internet.

and why are most of these entries one-liners?

searching for batcaves. (no, really!)

what?

a truth five and a half years in the making

he takes things so seriously that he's easily disappointed.

so there is this one argyle sock in my wardrobe that has been missing its pair for a good year and a half. i remember this because i distinctly remember taking my soc 4 class in the summer and wearing those argyles on the one day during that summer that i wore shoes.

and if you knew me during that summer, you'd know that my room was (who am i kidding, still is) a disaster area. the one sock got lost in the mix.

usually i wouldnt care about socks; you lose socks everyday. who gives a fuck? but i remember getting those socks. navy, green, cream, and pink. truly a sexy argyle color combo. they were my first pair of argyle socks.

and today, while getting ready for work. i miraculously found the other pair while looking for a blue pen in various boxes in my room.

wtf! i'm happy! socks!

2222111stdecemba.

fluid!

pain. with a dash of

half way done with december.
one week of work left in this month.
the important folder has over 200 messages in it.
and i enjoy going through them.

my sewing machine is so cool.

wone. amazing. yes... wone. i spelled that correctly.

phone call from my dad-

"hi vanessa, i bought you your cereal" and then he hung up. hahaha.

yay :)

i guess its not too bad living at home

there's a word for that?

razbliuto. look it up.

by the by

there is someone in ireland who actively visits this blog.
who are you, irish(wo)man?
i'd love to hear what you think about me.

hi, i'm vanessa

my left wrist is tingling.
i think i have pinched a nerve.

my eyebrows need a plucking.
i have no time to do them.

these flies are driving me crazy.
i dont know where they're coming from.

"wait, hold on... i'm not sure where the serious but snarky suggestions ended and the facetious sarcasm began"

two hours ago.

everything has a cost.

i've taken a liking for gary sinise. and the music of al green.

hey, so like... economics!

confusion. mixed with hot. plus a lack of guilt.

my attention is grabbed.

i'm watching the most grotesque thing on television: iron chef, battle green onion

green onion.
scallions.
the ugly cousin of the equally ugly chive.

gag.

kat! are you reading this???

solacsiqual intense

its not a word.

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so, we're like those people walking around casinos that you usually see when you're checking into your room at 11am who are falling over drunk. why are they drunk? because they started drinking at the ass crack of dawn. 5am.

which means you're home by the time the temperature gets to 98.

and thats fine with me.

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i'm fairly content with this summer.

hokai.

my mom is kind of evil.

friends only

i don't actually believe in that shit. its usally there to make a point.

as you well know, i like it when random people read my shit.



death. and new life. i dig that kind of shit.

for posterity's sake

"so how did that happen; sex in a astrojump?"
"well, we were bouncing, and then i fell on his dick"

true story.